I've been trying to wrap my head around the Manti Te'o imbroglio. All I get is a pile of apocalyptic horse manure. It seems Manti had a girl friend, Lennay Kekua, but never really saw her? They only met, in a manner of speaking, on the Internet and talked on the phone? Talk about sexy voices, huh?
So, they never actually dated. Never went to a movie. Never crashed at her place after a romantic evening. Never built sand castles on one of those gorgeous Hawaiian beaches. But she was his GIRL! But, you see, she did't exist.
But even so, the narrative has this poignant coincidence --- she died of leukemia on the same day his grandmother died? But Lennay was purely a figment of the imagination? But how was Manti to know? By some kind of strange cyber enchantment---cat phishing?---he believed this contrived tale of lost love and furthermore imagined doing things he really didn't do? It's enough to curl your neocortex into knots.
And no one, not a single, solitary person at Notre Dame---a great institution of higher learning---even bothered to check out this fanciful story? Nary a stakeholder in college sports could smell the bad odor of a rat?
If you ask me what's worse than giving up the ghost in the BCS championship game , I'd have to say being punked at the wake.