The Truth is Out There

Resurrect Scully and Mulder.  Phone up JJ Abrams.  Cause alt reality is starting to make as much or more sense than the Manti Te'o saga.

At this point, one MUST believe this stuff because it is so incredibly implausible.  Fiction requires more substance than this.

Let's put aside the bizarro twist that turned on the light for Te'o: the sudden reappearance of his dead girlfriend on Dec. 6 claiming that she faked her death to avoid drug dealers.

I'd like to get back to a little reality check for the 99% of student-athletes (and just the rest of us folks).

Just a few days ago, I reminded the student-athletes at West Alabama that their digital world lives forever, that unless they are incredibly hacker skilled, the traces of what they leave behind will always be there.  That I knew from first hand knowledge of the screening that Fortune 500 companies inflict -- privacy rights be damned -- to get solid social media intel on their potential employees.

I want you all to marinate in a very important fact of this Te'o case that has gone completely overlooked.

Once they learned about and believed that Te'o had been the victim of a scam, Notre Dame hired, as described in the media, "private investigators" to trace down the hoax.

If we are to believe what we read, they assembled the ring, learned of the communications of the group and identified the perps.

That wasn't law enforcement.  That wasn't TSA, FEMA, Homeland, Janet Napolitano, NSA, CIA or Eschelon.

That was Notre Dame.  Private spooks.  And you gotta believe, more than a few hacks into some accounts and other interesting cyber-forensics.

Anybody want to say Andy Grove, former CEO of Intel, wasn't a profit when he famously said: "Only the paranoid survive?"

Stay frosty out there.