…is one popular way of characterizing the NCAA/university athletic program/university athlete ménage à trois; for herself, UD has always found the simpler, less sexy, swinish squalor trope serviceable… You’ve got piggy NCAA head Mark Emmert (“In an interview on a PBS Frontline special, ‘Money and March Madness,’ a visibly agitated Emmert refused to reveal his own seven-figure salary on camera…”); piggish coaches making millions even when, as at beyond-belief-awful Syracuse football, almost no one goes to the games and team members are constantly rotated in and out of local jails; and players, sloshing in a stew of agents, boosters, bogus courses…
Whatever pigskin used to be, it’s mostly pigshit now. Universities like North Carolina Chapel Hill, which actually think they don’t stink, are intriguing to track, in a kind of let’s-watch-the-psychotics way…
We’re winners… we have a glorious proud tradition…
These people are kind of like the three Christs of Ypsilanti. Like the three Christs, they are quick to defend their delusions by accusing other schools of being deluded… Yes, we at U Miami give off some stench, but have you smelled Southern Methodist?
Well, so. What is to be done? How to clean up?
This guy thinks we should abolish the NCAA and put caps on coaches’ salaries.
Not gonna happen. Read Animal Farm. The pigs will not be amused.