Thursday, June 9, 2011

Game of Shadows Response

The elephant in the room, the unanswered question in the otherwise gripping "Game of Shadows," was whether baseball players were under any moral obligation not to take steroids during a time when they were legal. Performance-enhancing drugs were not banned in Major League Baseball when Mark McGwire, Sammy Sosa and Barry Bonds began their assault on the record books in the late '90s, but the drugs still carried enough stigma that all of the athletes vehemently denied using them. Writers and fans alike have take to posthumously taking the shine off of the records that they broke, but why should these players have to pay for a sin that wasn't outlined as such at the time? Yes, it placed them on an uneven playing field with their peers and set a bad example for the youth, but if it isn't detailed in the rulebook, it is hard to justify vilifying the offenders.


The stark contrast between the actions of the baseball players and the track stars mentioned in the book were clear. The authors, however, did not see it this way. The track and field stars, from Marion Jones to Tim Montgomery, were all blatantly flouting the rules set in place, while cheating all of their fellow competitors who obeyed them. After Montgomery made a startling transformation from also-ran to favorite, the realization that followed the news that he passed a mandatory drug test puts into context his wrongdoing. "It strengthened his conviction that in the cat-and-mouse game of the testers versus the cheaters, there was no more elusive mouse than (Victor) Conte ("Game of Shadows," pg. 97)." Not until it became clear that fans were horrified by performance-enhancing drugs did baseball players use a similar type of cover-up, and even then they were not breaking the rules. The track stars were on a different level of cheating than the baseball players, yet the authors painted them all with one, broad brush.


There is a central question that the book glosses over but that is increasingly relevant when trying to form an opinion on this topic: if these athletes are willing to accept the risk of using steroids to better their performance, why are they not allowed to do so? In an era when cheaters are perpetually a step ahead of the testers, it is a simple solution. By allowing everyone the freedom to do what they wish with their bodies, home runs will resume the otherworldly distance of a decade ago and world records will fall like dominoes during every Olympic Games.


It would not be fair to the athletes, however. By removing the restrictions in place, authorities would make performance-enhancing drugs a prerequisite to competing with the best. Allowing rogue scientists like Conte to use athletes as lab rats is a recipe for disaster. "'You know what, you going to kill a lot of people,' Montgomery said he told Conte. 'I don't give a fuck,' Conte allegedly replied ("Game of Shadows," pg. 96)." A real-world scenario that would put this shift in context is the modeling world. Young girls put their bodies through irreparable harm--through starving themselves, bulimia, etc.--in hopes of getting their big break. Sure, the best ones can reach the limelight without taking these drastic measures, but the perception that starvation is a necessary step toward the big time is a real danger. High school athletes would suffer a similar fate if these drugs were made legal in professional sports. The ill-effects of steroid use among the youth would skyrocket as it gained momentum as the only path for a scholarship, the only choice if they want to reach their dreams.


Professional athletes would suffer as well. Football has increasingly took on the feel of a gladiatorial sport. Nearly every weekend, after a monster hit leaves a player motionless on the field, announcers remark with resignation in their voices about how it is shocking that the NFL has not yet had a player die on the field. Modern training, medicine and, yes, discreet performance-enhancing drug use have made football players into human missiles, bulks of muscle made for hurling at opponents. The game is already teetering on the brink of becoming too dangerous for even the less-squeamish of fans, and allowing players to do whatever it took to bulk up would push it over the edge.


Viewing the steroid scandal with the benefit of retrospect provides up-and-coming sports journalists with a lasting lesson: never become complacent, never stop questioning. As years have gone by, sports writers have almost unanimously excused their ignorance of the drug use of the era by saying that "we were all naive, no one knew about it." This explanation is too easy, allowing the writers to forgive themselves with a ready-made excuse. In reality, they fell into a seductive trap: they didn't want to know. It makes the job easier for a sports journalist if their team is doing well. It sells papers and following a pennant run is more fun that covering a last-place team. One needs to constantly remember, however, that it is in their job description to stay vigilant for wrongdoing. At their best, journalists work as watchdogs for the public. It is a cliche, yes, but details what all writers--sports writers included--should strive for in their work. From illicit payments to players and the tackling of the amateur question in collegiate athletics to corruption in FIFA, the opportunity to remove the wool from the eyes of the public is there for willing journalists. Game of Shadows showed how powerful this tool can be.


The elephant in the room, the unanswered question in the otherwise gripping "Game of Shadows," was whether baseball players were under any moral obligation not to take steroids during a time when they were legal. Performance-enhancing drugs were not banned in Major League Baseball when Mark McGwire, Sammy Sosa and Barry Bonds began their assault on the record books in the late '90s, but the drugs still carried enough stigma that all of the athletes vehemently denied using them. Writers and fans alike have take to posthumously taking the shine off of the records that they broke, but why should these players have to pay for a sin that wasn't outlined as such at the time? Yes, it placed them on an uneven playing field with their peers and set a bad example for the youth, but if it isn't detailed in the rulebook, it is hard to justify vilifying the offenders.


The stark contrast between the actions of the baseball players and the track stars mentioned in the book were clear. The authors, however, did not see it this way. The track and field stars, from Marion Jones to Tim Montgomery, were all blatantly flouting the rules set in place, while cheating all of their fellow competitors who obeyed them. After Montgomery made a startling transformation from also-ran to favorite, the realization that followed the news that he passed a mandatory drug test puts into context his wrongdoing. "It strengthened his conviction that in the cat-and-mouse game of the testers versus the cheaters, there was no more elusive mouse than (Victor) Conte ("Game of Shadows," pg. 97)." Not until it became clear that fans were horrified by performance-enhancing drugs did baseball players use a similar type of cover-up, and even then they were not breaking the rules. The track stars were on a different level of cheating than the baseball players, yet the authors painted them all with one, broad brush.


There is a central question that the book glosses over but that is increasingly relevant when trying to form an opinion on this topic: if these athletes are willing to accept the risk of using steroids to better their performance, why are they not allowed to do so? In an era when cheaters are perpetually a step ahead of the testers, it is a simple solution. By allowing everyone the freedom to do what they wish with their bodies, home runs will resume the otherworldly distance of a decade ago and world records will fall like dominoes during every Olympic Games.


It would not be fair to the athletes, however. By removing the restrictions in place, authorities would make performance-enhancing drugs a prerequisite to competing with the best. Allowing rogue scientists like Conte to use athletes as lab rats is a recipe for disaster. "'You know what, you going to kill a lot of people,' Montgomery said he told Conte. 'I don't give a fuck,' Conte allegedly replied ("Game of Shadows," pg. 96)." A real-world scenario that would put this shift in context is the modeling world. Young girls put their bodies through irreparable harm--through starving themselves, bulimia, etc.--in hopes of getting their big break. Sure, the best ones can reach the limelight without taking these drastic measures, but the perception that starvation is a necessary step toward the big time is a real danger. High school athletes would suffer a similar fate if these drugs were made legal in professional sports. The ill-effects of steroid use among the youth would skyrocket as it gained momentum as the only path for a scholarship, the only choice if they want to reach their dreams.


Professional athletes would suffer as well. Football has increasingly took on the feel of a gladiatorial sport. Nearly every weekend, after a monster hit leaves a player motionless on the field, announcers remark with resignation in their voices about how it is shocking that the NFL has not yet had a player die on the field. Modern training, medicine and, yes, discreet performance-enhancing drug use have made football players into human missiles, bulks of muscle made for hurling at opponents. The game is already teetering on the brink of becoming too dangerous for even the less-squeamish of fans, and allowing players to do whatever it took to bulk up would push it over the edge.


Viewing the steroid scandal with the benefit of retrospect provides up-and-coming sports journalists with a lasting lesson: never become complacent, never stop questioning. As years have gone by, sports writers have almost unanimously excused their ignorance of the drug use of the era by saying that "we were all naive, no one knew about it." This explanation is too easy, allowing the writers to forgive themselves with a ready-made excuse. In reality, they fell into a seductive trap: they didn't want to know. It makes the job easier for a sports journalist if their team is doing well. It sells papers and following a pennant run is more fun that covering a last-place team. One needs to constantly remember, however, that it is in their job description to stay vigilant for wrongdoing. At their best, journalists work as watchdogs for the public. It is a cliche, yes, but details what all writers--sports writers included--should strive for in their work. From illicit payments to players and the tackling of the amateur question in collegiate athletics to corruption in FIFA, the opportunity to remove the wool from the eyes of the public is there for willing journalists. Game of Shadows showed how powerful this tool can be.


The elephant in the room, the unanswered question in the otherwise gripping "Game of Shadows," was whether baseball players were under any moral obligation not to take steroids during a time when they were legal. Performance-enhancing drugs were not banned in Major League Baseball when Mark McGwire, Sammy Sosa and Barry Bonds began their assault on the record books in the late '90s, but the drugs still carried enough stigma that all of the athletes vehemently denied using them. Writers and fans alike have take to posthumously taking the shine off of the records that they broke, but why should these players have to pay for a sin that wasn't outlined as such at the time? Yes, it placed them on an uneven playing field with their peers and set a bad example for the youth, but if it isn't detailed in the rulebook, it is hard to justify vilifying the offenders.


The stark contrast between the actions of the baseball players and the track stars mentioned in the book were clear. The authors, however, did not see it this way. The track and field stars, from Marion Jones to Tim Montgomery, were all blatantly flouting the rules set in place, while cheating all of their fellow competitors who obeyed them. After Montgomery made a startling transformation from also-ran to favorite, the realization that followed the news that he passed a mandatory drug test puts into context his wrongdoing. "It strengthened his conviction that in the cat-and-mouse game of the testers versus the cheaters, there was no more elusive mouse than (Victor) Conte ("Game of Shadows," pg. 97)." Not until it became clear that fans were horrified by performance-enhancing drugs did baseball players use a similar type of cover-up, and even then they were not breaking the rules. The track stars were on a different level of cheating than the baseball players, yet the authors painted them all with one, broad brush.


There is a central question that the book glosses over but that is increasingly relevant when trying to form an opinion on this topic: if these athletes are willing to accept the risk of using steroids to better their performance, why are they not allowed to do so? In an era when cheaters are perpetually a step ahead of the testers, it is a simple solution. By allowing everyone the freedom to do what they wish with their bodies, home runs will resume the otherworldly distance of a decade ago and world records will fall like dominoes during every Olympic Games.


It would not be fair to the athletes, however. By removing the restrictions in place, authorities would make performance-enhancing drugs a prerequisite to competing with the best. Allowing rogue scientists like Conte to use athletes as lab rats is a recipe for disaster. "'You know what, you going to kill a lot of people,' Montgomery said he told Conte. 'I don't give a fuck,' Conte allegedly replied ("Game of Shadows," pg. 96)." A real-world scenario that would put this shift in context is the modeling world. Young girls put their bodies through irreparable harm--through starving themselves, bulimia, etc.--in hopes of getting their big break. Sure, the best ones can reach the limelight without taking these drastic measures, but the perception that starvation is a necessary step toward the big time is a real danger. High school athletes would suffer a similar fate if these drugs were made legal in professional sports. The ill-effects of steroid use among the youth would skyrocket as it gained momentum as the only path for a scholarship, the only choice if they want to reach their dreams.


Professional athletes would suffer as well. Football has increasingly took on the feel of a gladiatorial sport. Nearly every weekend, after a monster hit leaves a player motionless on the field, announcers remark with resignation in their voices about how it is shocking that the NFL has not yet had a player die on the field. Modern training, medicine and, yes, discreet performance-enhancing drug use have made football players into human missiles, bulks of muscle made for hurling at opponents. The game is already teetering on the brink of becoming too dangerous for even the less-squeamish of fans, and allowing players to do whatever it took to bulk up would push it over the edge.


Viewing the steroid scandal with the benefit of retrospect provides up-and-coming sports journalists with a lasting lesson: never become complacent, never stop questioning. As years have gone by, sports writers have almost unanimously excused their ignorance of the drug use of the era by saying that "we were all naive, no one knew about it." This explanation is too easy, allowing the writers to forgive themselves with a ready-made excuse. In reality, they fell into a seductive trap: they didn't want to know. It makes the job easier for a sports journalist if their team is doing well. It sells papers and following a pennant run is more fun that covering a last-place team. One needs to constantly remember, however, that it is in their job description to stay vigilant for wrongdoing. At their best, journalists work as watchdogs for the public. It is a cliche, yes, but details what all writers--sports writers included--should strive for in their work. From illicit payments to players and the tackling of the amateur question in collegiate athletics to corruption in FIFA, the opportunity to remove the wool from the eyes of the public is there for willing journalists. Game of Shadows showed how powerful this tool can be.


The elephant in the room, the unanswered question in the otherwise gripping "Game of Shadows," was whether baseball players were under any moral obligation not to take steroids during a time when they were legal. Performance-enhancing drugs were not banned in Major League Baseball when Mark McGwire, Sammy Sosa and Barry Bonds began their assault on the record books in the late '90s, but the drugs still carried enough stigma that all of the athletes vehemently denied using them. Writers and fans alike have take to posthumously taking the shine off of the records that they broke, but why should these players have to pay for a sin that wasn't outlined as such at the time? Yes, it placed them on an uneven playing field with their peers and set a bad example for the youth, but if it isn't detailed in the rulebook, it is hard to justify vilifying the offenders.


The stark contrast between the actions of the baseball players and the track stars mentioned in the book were clear. The authors, however, did not see it this way. The track and field stars, from Marion Jones to Tim Montgomery, were all blatantly flouting the rules set in place, while cheating all of their fellow competitors who obeyed them. After Montgomery made a startling transformation from also-ran to favorite, the realization that followed the news that he passed a mandatory drug test puts into context his wrongdoing. "It strengthened his conviction that in the cat-and-mouse game of the testers versus the cheaters, there was no more elusive mouse than (Victor) Conte ("Game of Shadows," pg. 97)." Not until it became clear that fans were horrified by performance-enhancing drugs did baseball players use a similar type of cover-up, and even then they were not breaking the rules. The track stars were on a different level of cheating than the baseball players, yet the authors painted them all with one, broad brush.


There is a central question that the book glosses over but that is increasingly relevant when trying to form an opinion on this topic: if these athletes are willing to accept the risk of using steroids to better their performance, why are they not allowed to do so? In an era when cheaters are perpetually a step ahead of the testers, it is a simple solution. By allowing everyone the freedom to do what they wish with their bodies, home runs will resume the otherworldly distance of a decade ago and world records will fall like dominoes during every Olympic Games.


It would not be fair to the athletes, however. By removing the restrictions in place, authorities would make performance-enhancing drugs a prerequisite to competing with the best. Allowing rogue scientists like Conte to use athletes as lab rats is a recipe for disaster. "'You know what, you going to kill a lot of people,' Montgomery said he told Conte. 'I don't give a fuck,' Conte allegedly replied ("Game of Shadows," pg. 96)." A real-world scenario that would put this shift in context is the modeling world. Young girls put their bodies through irreparable harm--through starving themselves, bulimia, etc.--in hopes of getting their big break. Sure, the best ones can reach the limelight without taking these drastic measures, but the perception that starvation is a necessary step toward the big time is a real danger. High school athletes would suffer a similar fate if these drugs were made legal in professional sports. The ill-effects of steroid use among the youth would skyrocket as it gained momentum as the only path for a scholarship, the only choice if they want to reach their dreams.


Professional athletes would suffer as well. Football has increasingly took on the feel of a gladiatorial sport. Nearly every weekend, after a monster hit leaves a player motionless on the field, announcers remark with resignation in their voices about how it is shocking that the NFL has not yet had a player die on the field. Modern training, medicine and, yes, discreet performance-enhancing drug use have made football players into human missiles, bulks of muscle made for hurling at opponents. The game is already teetering on the brink of becoming too dangerous for even the less-squeamish of fans, and allowing players to do whatever it took to bulk up would push it over the edge.


Viewing the steroid scandal with the benefit of retrospect provides up-and-coming sports journalists with a lasting lesson: never become complacent, never stop questioning. As years have gone by, sports writers have almost unanimously excused their ignorance of the drug use of the era by saying that "we were all naive, no one knew about it." This explanation is too easy, allowing the writers to forgive themselves with a ready-made excuse. In reality, they fell into a seductive trap: they didn't want to know. It makes the job easier for a sports journalist if their team is doing well. It sells papers and following a pennant run is more fun that covering a last-place team. One needs to constantly remember, however, that it is in their job description to stay vigilant for wrongdoing. At their best, journalists work as watchdogs for the public. It is a cliche, yes, but details what all writers--sports writers included--should strive for in their work. From illicit payments to players and the tackling of the amateur question in collegiate athletics to corruption in FIFA, the opportunity to remove the wool from the eyes of the public is there for willing journalists. Game of Shadows showed how powerful this tool can be.


The elephant in the room, the unanswered question in the otherwise gripping "Game of Shadows," was whether baseball players were under any moral obligation not to take steroids during a time when they were legal. Performance-enhancing drugs were not banned in Major League Baseball when Mark McGwire, Sammy Sosa and Barry Bonds began their assault on the record books in the late '90s, but the drugs still carried enough stigma that all of the athletes vehemently denied using them. Writers and fans alike have take to posthumously taking the shine off of the records that they broke, but why should these players have to pay for a sin that wasn't outlined as such at the time? Yes, it placed them on an uneven playing field with their peers and set a bad example for the youth, but if it isn't detailed in the rulebook, it is hard to justify vilifying the offenders.


The stark contrast between the actions of the baseball players and the track stars mentioned in the book were clear. The authors, however, did not see it this way. The track and field stars, from Marion Jones to Tim Montgomery, were all blatantly flouting the rules set in place, while cheating all of their fellow competitors who obeyed them. After Montgomery made a startling transformation from also-ran to favorite, the realization that followed the news that he passed a mandatory drug test puts into context his wrongdoing. "It strengthened his conviction that in the cat-and-mouse game of the testers versus the cheaters, there was no more elusive mouse than (Victor) Conte ("Game of Shadows," pg. 97)." Not until it became clear that fans were horrified by performance-enhancing drugs did baseball players use a similar type of cover-up, and even then they were not breaking the rules. The track stars were on a different level of cheating than the baseball players, yet the authors painted them all with one, broad brush.


There is a central question that the book glosses over but that is increasingly relevant when trying to form an opinion on this topic: if these athletes are willing to accept the risk of using steroids to better their performance, why are they not allowed to do so? In an era when cheaters are perpetually a step ahead of the testers, it is a simple solution. By allowing everyone the freedom to do what they wish with their bodies, home runs will resume the otherworldly distance of a decade ago and world records will fall like dominoes during every Olympic Games.


It would not be fair to the athletes, however. By removing the restrictions in place, authorities would make performance-enhancing drugs a prerequisite to competing with the best. Allowing rogue scientists like Conte to use athletes as lab rats is a recipe for disaster. "'You know what, you going to kill a lot of people,' Montgomery said he told Conte. 'I don't give a fuck,' Conte allegedly replied ("Game of Shadows," pg. 96)." A real-world scenario that would put this shift in context is the modeling world. Young girls put their bodies through irreparable harm--through starving themselves, bulimia, etc.--in hopes of getting their big break. Sure, the best ones can reach the limelight without taking these drastic measures, but the perception that starvation is a necessary step toward the big time is a real danger. High school athletes would suffer a similar fate if these drugs were made legal in professional sports. The ill-effects of steroid use among the youth would skyrocket as it gained momentum as the only path for a scholarship, the only choice if they want to reach their dreams.


Professional athletes would suffer as well. Football has increasingly took on the feel of a gladiatorial sport. Nearly every weekend, after a monster hit leaves a player motionless on the field, announcers remark with resignation in their voices about how it is shocking that the NFL has not yet had a player die on the field. Modern training, medicine and, yes, discreet performance-enhancing drug use have made football players into human missiles, bulks of muscle made for hurling at opponents. The game is already teetering on the brink of becoming too dangerous for even the less-squeamish of fans, and allowing players to do whatever it took to bulk up would push it over the edge.


Viewing the steroid scandal with the benefit of retrospect provides up-and-coming sports journalists with a lasting lesson: never become complacent, never stop questioning. As years have gone by, sports writers have almost unanimously excused their ignorance of the drug use of the era by saying that "we were all naive, no one knew about it." This explanation is too easy, allowing the writers to forgive themselves with a ready-made excuse. In reality, they fell into a seductive trap: they didn't want to know. It makes the job easier for a sports journalist if their team is doing well. It sells papers and following a pennant run is more fun that covering a last-place team. One needs to constantly remember, however, that it is in their job description to stay vigilant for wrongdoing. At their best, journalists work as watchdogs for the public. It is a cliche, yes, but details what all writers--sports writers included--should strive for in their work. From illicit payments to players and the tackling of the amateur question in collegiate athletics to corruption in FIFA, the opportunity to remove the wool from the eyes of the public is there for willing journalists. Game of Shadows showed how powerful this tool can be.


The elephant in the room, the unanswered question in the otherwise gripping "Game of Shadows," was whether baseball players were under any moral obligation not to take steroids during a time when they were legal. Performance-enhancing drugs were not banned in Major League Baseball when Mark McGwire, Sammy Sosa and Barry Bonds began their assault on the record books in the late '90s, but the drugs still carried enough stigma that all of the athletes vehemently denied using them. Writers and fans alike have take to posthumously taking the shine off of the records that they broke, but why should these players have to pay for a sin that wasn't outlined as such at the time? Yes, it placed them on an uneven playing field with their peers and set a bad example for the youth, but if it isn't detailed in the rulebook, it is hard to justify vilifying the offenders.


The stark contrast between the actions of the baseball players and the track stars mentioned in the book were clear. The authors, however, did not see it this way. The track and field stars, from Marion Jones to Tim Montgomery, were all blatantly flouting the rules set in place, while cheating all of their fellow competitors who obeyed them. After Montgomery made a startling transformation from also-ran to favorite, the realization that followed the news that he passed a mandatory drug test puts into context his wrongdoing. "It strengthened his conviction that in the cat-and-mouse game of the testers versus the cheaters, there was no more elusive mouse than (Victor) Conte ("Game of Shadows," pg. 97)." Not until it became clear that fans were horrified by performance-enhancing drugs did baseball players use a similar type of cover-up, and even then they were not breaking the rules. The track stars were on a different level of cheating than the baseball players, yet the authors painted them all with one, broad brush.


There is a central question that the book glosses over but that is increasingly relevant when trying to form an opinion on this topic: if these athletes are willing to accept the risk of using steroids to better their performance, why are they not allowed to do so? In an era when cheaters are perpetually a step ahead of the testers, it is a simple solution. By allowing everyone the freedom to do what they wish with their bodies, home runs will resume the otherworldly distance of a decade ago and world records will fall like dominoes during every Olympic Games.


It would not be fair to the athletes, however. By removing the restrictions in place, authorities would make performance-enhancing drugs a prerequisite to competing with the best. Allowing rogue scientists like Conte to use athletes as lab rats is a recipe for disaster. "'You know what, you going to kill a lot of people,' Montgomery said he told Conte. 'I don't give a fuck,' Conte allegedly replied ("Game of Shadows," pg. 96)." A real-world scenario that would put this shift in context is the modeling world. Young girls put their bodies through irreparable harm--through starving themselves, bulimia, etc.--in hopes of getting their big break. Sure, the best ones can reach the limelight without taking these drastic measures, but the perception that starvation is a necessary step toward the big time is a real danger. High school athletes would suffer a similar fate if these drugs were made legal in professional sports. The ill-effects of steroid use among the youth would skyrocket as it gained momentum as the only path for a scholarship, the only choice if they want to reach their dreams.


Professional athletes would suffer as well. Football has increasingly took on the feel of a gladiatorial sport. Nearly every weekend, after a monster hit leaves a player motionless on the field, announcers remark with resignation in their voices about how it is shocking that the NFL has not yet had a player die on the field. Modern training, medicine and, yes, discreet performance-enhancing drug use have made football players into human missiles, bulks of muscle made for hurling at opponents. The game is already teetering on the brink of becoming too dangerous for even the less-squeamish of fans, and allowing players to do whatever it took to bulk up would push it over the edge.


Viewing the steroid scandal with the benefit of retrospect provides up-and-coming sports journalists with a lasting lesson: never become complacent, never stop questioning. As years have gone by, sports writers have almost unanimously excused their ignorance of the drug use of the era by saying that "we were all naive, no one knew about it." This explanation is too easy, allowing the writers to forgive themselves with a ready-made excuse. In reality, they fell into a seductive trap: they didn't want to know. It makes the job easier for a sports journalist if their team is doing well. It sells papers and following a pennant run is more fun that covering a last-place team. One needs to constantly remember, however, that it is in their job description to stay vigilant for wrongdoing. At their best, journalists work as watchdogs for the public. It is a cliche, yes, but details what all writers--sports writers included--should strive for in their work. From illicit payments to players and the tackling of the amateur question in collegiate athletics to corruption in FIFA, the opportunity to remove the wool from the eyes of the public is there for willing journalists. Game of Shadows showed how powerful this tool can be.


The elephant in the room, the unanswered question in the otherwise gripping "Game of Shadows," was whether baseball players were under any moral obligation not to take steroids during a time when they were legal. Performance-enhancing drugs were not banned in Major League Baseball when Mark McGwire, Sammy Sosa and Barry Bonds began their assault on the record books in the late '90s, but the drugs still carried enough stigma that all of the athletes vehemently denied using them. Writers and fans alike have take to posthumously taking the shine off of the records that they broke, but why should these players have to pay for a sin that wasn't outlined as such at the time? Yes, it placed them on an uneven playing field with their peers and set a bad example for the youth, but if it isn't detailed in the rulebook, it is hard to justify vilifying the offenders.


The stark contrast between the actions of the baseball players and the track stars mentioned in the book were clear. The authors, however, did not see it this way. The track and field stars, from Marion Jones to Tim Montgomery, were all blatantly flouting the rules set in place, while cheating all of their fellow competitors who obeyed them. After Montgomery made a startling transformation from also-ran to favorite, the realization that followed the news that he passed a mandatory drug test puts into context his wrongdoing. "It strengthened his conviction that in the cat-and-mouse game of the testers versus the cheaters, there was no more elusive mouse than (Victor) Conte ("Game of Shadows," pg. 97)." Not until it became clear that fans were horrified by performance-enhancing drugs did baseball players use a similar type of cover-up, and even then they were not breaking the rules. The track stars were on a different level of cheating than the baseball players, yet the authors painted them all with one, broad brush.


There is a central question that the book glosses over but that is increasingly relevant when trying to form an opinion on this topic: if these athletes are willing to accept the risk of using steroids to better their performance, why are they not allowed to do so? In an era when cheaters are perpetually a step ahead of the testers, it is a simple solution. By allowing everyone the freedom to do what they wish with their bodies, home runs will resume the otherworldly distance of a decade ago and world records will fall like dominoes during every Olympic Games.


It would not be fair to the athletes, however. By removing the restrictions in place, authorities would make performance-enhancing drugs a prerequisite to competing with the best. Allowing rogue scientists like Conte to use athletes as lab rats is a recipe for disaster. "'You know what, you going to kill a lot of people,' Montgomery said he told Conte. 'I don't give a fuck,' Conte allegedly replied ("Game of Shadows," pg. 96)." A real-world scenario that would put this shift in context is the modeling world. Young girls put their bodies through irreparable harm--through starving themselves, bulimia, etc.--in hopes of getting their big break. Sure, the best ones can reach the limelight without taking these drastic measures, but the perception that starvation is a necessary step toward the big time is a real danger. High school athletes would suffer a similar fate if these drugs were made legal in professional sports. The ill-effects of steroid use among the youth would skyrocket as it gained momentum as the only path for a scholarship, the only choice if they want to reach their dreams.


Professional athletes would suffer as well. Football has increasingly took on the feel of a gladiatorial sport. Nearly every weekend, after a monster hit leaves a player motionless on the field, announcers remark with resignation in their voices about how it is shocking that the NFL has not yet had a player die on the field. Modern training, medicine and, yes, discreet performance-enhancing drug use have made football players into human missiles, bulks of muscle made for hurling at opponents. The game is already teetering on the brink of becoming too dangerous for even the less-squeamish of fans, and allowing players to do whatever it took to bulk up would push it over the edge.


Viewing the steroid scandal with the benefit of retrospect provides up-and-coming sports journalists with a lasting lesson: never become complacent, never stop questioning. As years have gone by, sports writers have almost unanimously excused their ignorance of the drug use of the era by saying that "we were all naive, no one knew about it." This explanation is too easy, allowing the writers to forgive themselves with a ready-made excuse. In reality, they fell into a seductive trap: they didn't want to know. It makes the job easier for a sports journalist if their team is doing well. It sells papers and following a pennant run is more fun that covering a last-place team. One needs to constantly remember, however, that it is in their job description to stay vigilant for wrongdoing. At their best, journalists work as watchdogs for the public. It is a cliche, yes, but details what all writers--sports writers included--should strive for in their work. From illicit payments to players and the tackling of the amateur question in collegiate athletics to corruption in FIFA, the opportunity to remove the wool from the eyes of the public is there for willing journalists. Game of Shadows showed how powerful this tool can be.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Bizarre rule gives Ohio victory

A technicality in the Mid-American Conference by-laws turned a 5-3 deficit into a 3-1 victory for the Ohio Bobcats over the Eastern Michigan Eagles in a rain-shorted contest.



After the Bobcats took a two-run lead into the top of the six inning, the Eagles bats sparked to life as the rain became heavier. Ohio pitcher Emily Wethington had pitched out of danger all afternoon but Eastern Michigan finally took advantage of their base runners. Nellie Coquillard led off the inning with a sharp single before clean-up hitter Sarah Gerber hit a towering home run to center field to knot the score.



More damage was to come as McKenna Ross made it three straight hits with a double into the gap. Amanda Stanton struck out to allow the Ohio defense confidence, but it didn’t last long as Allison Scherer then gave Eastern Michigan the lead with the team’s second home run of the inning.



Ominous dark clouds hung over Ohio Softball Field all afternoon and the weather had already played a pivotal role in the rhythm of the game. The start time was delayed an hour and as the ever-present drizzle turned into a downpour in the top of the sixth inning, a rain delay was issued following Scherer’s blast. The skies cleared for a moment, allowing play to continue though not for long. Lightning forced an end to the game and sent the ruling to the MAC officials.



Protocol on how to decide rain-shortened games is decided on a conference-by-conference basis. The MAC ruling is that if a contest is rained out in the middle of an inning, the game rewinds back to the final completed frame. Eastern Michigan’s four-run sixth was effectively erased and Ohio’s 3-1 lead stood as the final tally.



“I told the girls before the game, our focus in on one through five because who knew what was gonna happen to us,” head coach Jodi Hermanek said. “Before the game it was all about the radar, the radar, the radar. We got through one through five on the stronger end…Kudos to something helping us out, whether it was the weather or NCAA rules.”



The showdown was a vital one in shaking out the congested MAC standings, taking Ohio to 6-6 in conference play and 17-19 overall and dropping the Eagles to 8-6 and 22-12. The conference takes the top eight teams to its conference tournament, regardless of division. With Ohio sitting perilously close to the cutoff line, the bizarre win was a much needed one.



“We’re proud of the win because we worked through more than half the innings,” Hermanek said. “But at the same time, every game means so much to us right now…In this conference, every game in meaningful, so if you lose a game through the weather, every game is going to mean something.”



The teams traded scoreless frames in the first inning before Eastern Michigan opened the scoring. Russ led off with a triple down the line before Scherer’s bloop single to right knocked her in. In a sign of things to come, an oft-overlooked rule benefited the Bobcats and took the teeth out of the rally. Lauren Delapaz followed up Scherer’s single with one of her own, but Scherer was ruled out for leaving first base early. Wethington responded by striking out Lindsay Smith to end the inning.



Nine-hitter Jillian Van Wagnen sparked Ohio’s first run of the game with a lead-off infield single and then stole second with an unorthodox slide. The ball beat her to the base but she managed to elude the tag to give the Bobcats a runner in scoring position. Paige Kemezis picked up the RBI by lining a pitch off of the glove of shortstop Stacie Skodinski and into center field.



As the weather grew worse, both teams were aware that each inning could be the last and an increased urgency was evident.



“Sometimes it brings players to a place of rushing and pressuring,” Hermanek said. “We’ve had bad weather every time we’ve played. We needed to keep it simple. It is not ideal conditions for softball, but both teams have to play in them.”



Ohio took the coveted lead in the bottom half of the fifth inning. Alexis Joseph and Kemezis led off with back-to-back singles before Melissa Bonner moved them over with a ground out to second. Eastern Michigan pitcher Lauren Wells elected to intentionally walk Wethington to load the bases, and Lauren Gellerman made her pay with a two-run double off of the wall in right field to set the contested final score.



“I told (Gellerman) to work the count and see some pitches,” Hermanek said. “The first pitch she blasted it, so I was like ‘Okay, or don’t.’ A good hitter knows when she wants to commit.”



Wethington earned the win to improve to 14-8 on the year, while Wells dropped to 7-2.



The teams return to action tomorrow afternoon for Ohio’s senior day at 1 p.m.





Thursday, April 21, 2011

Hundred Yard Lie Response

The Hundred Yard Lie struck me with its tone. The language was brash and straightforward, and the title could have just as well have been one that Charles Barkley later made famous: I May Be Wrong, But I Doubt It. This set-up allowed Rick Telander to be honest about his message—it was opinion, but he had the credentials to back it up. That said, the book was full of points that I both heartily agreed with and vehemently denied.



The Hundred Yard Lie first hit home when it went into detail about the background of many college football players. I have always bristled at the argument that “any college student would take money from a booster if given the opportunity,” because I am nearly certain that I would not do so. To consider the contrast in my upbringing with those of many players, however, means that I no longer place the blame squarely on the athlete from the inner city that came from very little. Telander’s conversation with the high school team from the slums of Houston was a powerful one, giving insight as to why many athletes break the rules.



Though few of the proposals at the end of the book were viable, in my opinion, an article in the USA Today put forth what I found to be a much better solution. The piece wasn’t perfect, but the idea of a choice was a strong one: allow incoming players the selection of either a scholarship or a yearly salary the value of a scholarship. Instead of attending class, players solely dedicated on trying to go pro can make a yearly wage of around $50,000 to focus on football. It wouldn’t cost the schools any more revenue and would distinguish between the student-athletes and the pure athletes.



The “cult” of the college coach was another anecdote that furthered Telander’s argument that the system is a broken one. Football coaches—barring a few exceptions—have adopted what the author referred to as “Lombardi style.” Who has spent any time around football at any level and hasn’t noticed the hard-nosed, in-your-face coaches? The popular mantra of coaches is to break players down to integrate them into what the head man thinks the team structure should be. It is a snapshot of one of the book’s larger themes: the system abuses players. The flood of crime in the year prior to Telander’s book may have come as a result of mental hardship; players are conditioned for violence, and that sometimes comes out off of the field. Crime among college football players has not gone away in the years since the book’s publishing—one only needs to look at recent Athens County police reports as proof of that—and the reasons behind it are worth taking a longer look at.



The biggest gap in Rick Telander’s plans for reform was the lack of attention paid to what big-time football gives back to the non-revenue sports at a university. He made some powerful arguments about the hypocrisy of filling up 100,000 seat stadia with paying customers while the participants received no payment in return, but fell short of detailing all of the services that a football program provides. Telander skated over this tricky point, giving it a passing mention; he notes that “Minor sports may suffer financially at first until universities acknowledge that those sports should be a part of the school system itself.”



This lofty answer is all well and good, but does not touch how schools could afford to continue to fund scholarships for non-revenue programs or whether Telander recommends that they keep doing so at all. Omitting this key detail is a mistake that so many pundits make when putting forth the case that college athletes should be paid. The author’s points about the hypocrisy of the revenue structure of big-time college football—that corporations sell out luxury boxes while universities themselves don’t see a dime—were damaged because he fails to take seriously the services that the teams can provide to other university teams and the student body. He tries to claim that students really don’t care about their team and that donations are not affected by having a squad, but I grew up close enough to Penn State with its 40,000-seat student section and library funded by its football coach to realize that Telander did not give this point the impartiality that it required.



Before reading this book, I was purely in the athletes-should-not-be-paid camp. Some of Telander’s hard-hitting analysis softened this viewpoint, but until I hear a legitimate solution to the problem of funding minor programs, athletic departments should continue to use the revenue programs for the benefit of the lesser teams.



The theme from this book that stayed with me the longest was the naivety of the defenders of the system as it currently stands. From then-Toledo president Frank Horton’s response when asked if the recent outbreak in college crime among student athletes was a problem—“if the person who shot the other was a doctor, you wouldn’t condemn all doctors”—to Texas’ well-intentioned but misguided attempt to criminally prosecute boosters, it is clear that many in charge do not understand the key issues. While I disagreed with a lot of what Telander was saying, the lesson that a journalist could learn from his book was evident: whenever one sees a wrong, in sport or society, it is the writer’s duty to speak out. Plenty of contemporary issues in college sport are deserving of a deeper discussion; after all, the system that the author hammers on is still intact over 20 years later. The Hundred Yard Lie forced me to think in a critical way about a controversial topic, and that is a goal that any aspiring sports writer should strive for.



The Hundred Yard Lie struck me with its tone. The language was brash and straightforward, and the title could have just as well have been one that Charles Barkley later made famous: I May Be Wrong, But I Doubt It. This set-up allowed Rick Telander to be honest about his message—it was opinion, but he had the credentials to back it up. That said, the book was full of points that I both heartily agreed with and vehemently denied.



The Hundred Yard Lie first hit home when it went into detail about the background of many college football players. I have always bristled at the argument that “any college student would take money from a booster if given the opportunity,” because I am nearly certain that I would not do so. To consider the contrast in my upbringing with those of many players, however, means that I no longer place the blame squarely on the athlete from the inner city that came from very little. Telander’s conversation with the high school team from the slums of Houston was a powerful one, giving insight as to why many athletes break the rules.



Though few of the proposals at the end of the book were viable, in my opinion, an article in the USA Today put forth what I found to be a much better solution. The piece wasn’t perfect, but the idea of a choice was a strong one: allow incoming players the selection of either a scholarship or a yearly salary the value of a scholarship. Instead of attending class, players solely dedicated on trying to go pro can make a yearly wage of around $50,000 to focus on football. It wouldn’t cost the schools any more revenue and would distinguish between the student-athletes and the pure athletes.



The “cult” of the college coach was another anecdote that furthered Telander’s argument that the system is a broken one. Football coaches—barring a few exceptions—have adopted what the author referred to as “Lombardi style.” Who has spent any time around football at any level and hasn’t noticed the hard-nosed, in-your-face coaches? The popular mantra of coaches is to break players down to integrate them into what the head man thinks the team structure should be. It is a snapshot of one of the book’s larger themes: the system abuses players. The flood of crime in the year prior to Telander’s book may have come as a result of mental hardship; players are conditioned for violence, and that sometimes comes out off of the field. Crime among college football players has not gone away in the years since the book’s publishing—one only needs to look at recent Athens County police reports as proof of that—and the reasons behind it are worth taking a longer look at.



The biggest gap in Rick Telander’s plans for reform was the lack of attention paid to what big-time football gives back to the non-revenue sports at a university. He made some powerful arguments about the hypocrisy of filling up 100,000 seat stadia with paying customers while the participants received no payment in return, but fell short of detailing all of the services that a football program provides. Telander skated over this tricky point, giving it a passing mention; he notes that “Minor sports may suffer financially at first until universities acknowledge that those sports should be a part of the school system itself.”



This lofty answer is all well and good, but does not touch how schools could afford to continue to fund scholarships for non-revenue programs or whether Telander recommends that they keep doing so at all. Omitting this key detail is a mistake that so many pundits make when putting forth the case that college athletes should be paid. The author’s points about the hypocrisy of the revenue structure of big-time college football—that corporations sell out luxury boxes while universities themselves don’t see a dime—were damaged because he fails to take seriously the services that the teams can provide to other university teams and the student body. He tries to claim that students really don’t care about their team and that donations are not affected by having a squad, but I grew up close enough to Penn State with its 40,000-seat student section and library funded by its football coach to realize that Telander did not give this point the impartiality that it required.



Before reading this book, I was purely in the athletes-should-not-be-paid camp. Some of Telander’s hard-hitting analysis softened this viewpoint, but until I hear a legitimate solution to the problem of funding minor programs, athletic departments should continue to use the revenue programs for the benefit of the lesser teams.



The theme from this book that stayed with me the longest was the naivety of the defenders of the system as it currently stands. From then-Toledo president Frank Horton’s response when asked if the recent outbreak in college crime among student athletes was a problem—“if the person who shot the other was a doctor, you wouldn’t condemn all doctors”—to Texas’ well-intentioned but misguided attempt to criminally prosecute boosters, it is clear that many in charge do not understand the key issues. While I disagreed with a lot of what Telander was saying, the lesson that a journalist could learn from his book was evident: whenever one sees a wrong, in sport or society, it is the writer’s duty to speak out. Plenty of contemporary issues in college sport are deserving of a deeper discussion; after all, the system that the author hammers on is still intact over 20 years later. The Hundred Yard Lie forced me to think in a critical way about a controversial topic, and that is a goal that any aspiring sports writer should strive for.



The Hundred Yard Lie struck me with its tone. The language was brash and straightforward, and the title could have just as well have been one that Charles Barkley later made famous: I May Be Wrong, But I Doubt It. This set-up allowed Rick Telander to be honest about his message—it was opinion, but he had the credentials to back it up. That said, the book was full of points that I both heartily agreed with and vehemently denied.



The Hundred Yard Lie first hit home when it went into detail about the background of many college football players. I have always bristled at the argument that “any college student would take money from a booster if given the opportunity,” because I am nearly certain that I would not do so. To consider the contrast in my upbringing with those of many players, however, means that I no longer place the blame squarely on the athlete from the inner city that came from very little. Telander’s conversation with the high school team from the slums of Houston was a powerful one, giving insight as to why many athletes break the rules.



Though few of the proposals at the end of the book were viable, in my opinion, an article in the USA Today put forth what I found to be a much better solution. The piece wasn’t perfect, but the idea of a choice was a strong one: allow incoming players the selection of either a scholarship or a yearly salary the value of a scholarship. Instead of attending class, players solely dedicated on trying to go pro can make a yearly wage of around $50,000 to focus on football. It wouldn’t cost the schools any more revenue and would distinguish between the student-athletes and the pure athletes.



The “cult” of the college coach was another anecdote that furthered Telander’s argument that the system is a broken one. Football coaches—barring a few exceptions—have adopted what the author referred to as “Lombardi style.” Who has spent any time around football at any level and hasn’t noticed the hard-nosed, in-your-face coaches? The popular mantra of coaches is to break players down to integrate them into what the head man thinks the team structure should be. It is a snapshot of one of the book’s larger themes: the system abuses players. The flood of crime in the year prior to Telander’s book may have come as a result of mental hardship; players are conditioned for violence, and that sometimes comes out off of the field. Crime among college football players has not gone away in the years since the book’s publishing—one only needs to look at recent Athens County police reports as proof of that—and the reasons behind it are worth taking a longer look at.



The biggest gap in Rick Telander’s plans for reform was the lack of attention paid to what big-time football gives back to the non-revenue sports at a university. He made some powerful arguments about the hypocrisy of filling up 100,000 seat stadia with paying customers while the participants received no payment in return, but fell short of detailing all of the services that a football program provides. Telander skated over this tricky point, giving it a passing mention; he notes that “Minor sports may suffer financially at first until universities acknowledge that those sports should be a part of the school system itself.”



This lofty answer is all well and good, but does not touch how schools could afford to continue to fund scholarships for non-revenue programs or whether Telander recommends that they keep doing so at all. Omitting this key detail is a mistake that so many pundits make when putting forth the case that college athletes should be paid. The author’s points about the hypocrisy of the revenue structure of big-time college football—that corporations sell out luxury boxes while universities themselves don’t see a dime—were damaged because he fails to take seriously the services that the teams can provide to other university teams and the student body. He tries to claim that students really don’t care about their team and that donations are not affected by having a squad, but I grew up close enough to Penn State with its 40,000-seat student section and library funded by its football coach to realize that Telander did not give this point the impartiality that it required.



Before reading this book, I was purely in the athletes-should-not-be-paid camp. Some of Telander’s hard-hitting analysis softened this viewpoint, but until I hear a legitimate solution to the problem of funding minor programs, athletic departments should continue to use the revenue programs for the benefit of the lesser teams.



The theme from this book that stayed with me the longest was the naivety of the defenders of the system as it currently stands. From then-Toledo president Frank Horton’s response when asked if the recent outbreak in college crime among student athletes was a problem—“if the person who shot the other was a doctor, you wouldn’t condemn all doctors”—to Texas’ well-intentioned but misguided attempt to criminally prosecute boosters, it is clear that many in charge do not understand the key issues. While I disagreed with a lot of what Telander was saying, the lesson that a journalist could learn from his book was evident: whenever one sees a wrong, in sport or society, it is the writer’s duty to speak out. Plenty of contemporary issues in college sport are deserving of a deeper discussion; after all, the system that the author hammers on is still intact over 20 years later. The Hundred Yard Lie forced me to think in a critical way about a controversial topic, and that is a goal that any aspiring sports writer should strive for.



The Hundred Yard Lie struck me with its tone. The language was brash and straightforward, and the title could have just as well have been one that Charles Barkley later made famous: I May Be Wrong, But I Doubt It. This set-up allowed Rick Telander to be honest about his message—it was opinion, but he had the credentials to back it up. That said, the book was full of points that I both heartily agreed with and vehemently denied.



The Hundred Yard Lie first hit home when it went into detail about the background of many college football players. I have always bristled at the argument that “any college student would take money from a booster if given the opportunity,” because I am nearly certain that I would not do so. To consider the contrast in my upbringing with those of many players, however, means that I no longer place the blame squarely on the athlete from the inner city that came from very little. Telander’s conversation with the high school team from the slums of Houston was a powerful one, giving insight as to why many athletes break the rules.



Though few of the proposals at the end of the book were viable, in my opinion, an article in the USA Today put forth what I found to be a much better solution. The piece wasn’t perfect, but the idea of a choice was a strong one: allow incoming players the selection of either a scholarship or a yearly salary the value of a scholarship. Instead of attending class, players solely dedicated on trying to go pro can make a yearly wage of around $50,000 to focus on football. It wouldn’t cost the schools any more revenue and would distinguish between the student-athletes and the pure athletes.



The “cult” of the college coach was another anecdote that furthered Telander’s argument that the system is a broken one. Football coaches—barring a few exceptions—have adopted what the author referred to as “Lombardi style.” Who has spent any time around football at any level and hasn’t noticed the hard-nosed, in-your-face coaches? The popular mantra of coaches is to break players down to integrate them into what the head man thinks the team structure should be. It is a snapshot of one of the book’s larger themes: the system abuses players. The flood of crime in the year prior to Telander’s book may have come as a result of mental hardship; players are conditioned for violence, and that sometimes comes out off of the field. Crime among college football players has not gone away in the years since the book’s publishing—one only needs to look at recent Athens County police reports as proof of that—and the reasons behind it are worth taking a longer look at.



The biggest gap in Rick Telander’s plans for reform was the lack of attention paid to what big-time football gives back to the non-revenue sports at a university. He made some powerful arguments about the hypocrisy of filling up 100,000 seat stadia with paying customers while the participants received no payment in return, but fell short of detailing all of the services that a football program provides. Telander skated over this tricky point, giving it a passing mention; he notes that “Minor sports may suffer financially at first until universities acknowledge that those sports should be a part of the school system itself.”



This lofty answer is all well and good, but does not touch how schools could afford to continue to fund scholarships for non-revenue programs or whether Telander recommends that they keep doing so at all. Omitting this key detail is a mistake that so many pundits make when putting forth the case that college athletes should be paid. The author’s points about the hypocrisy of the revenue structure of big-time college football—that corporations sell out luxury boxes while universities themselves don’t see a dime—were damaged because he fails to take seriously the services that the teams can provide to other university teams and the student body. He tries to claim that students really don’t care about their team and that donations are not affected by having a squad, but I grew up close enough to Penn State with its 40,000-seat student section and library funded by its football coach to realize that Telander did not give this point the impartiality that it required.



Before reading this book, I was purely in the athletes-should-not-be-paid camp. Some of Telander’s hard-hitting analysis softened this viewpoint, but until I hear a legitimate solution to the problem of funding minor programs, athletic departments should continue to use the revenue programs for the benefit of the lesser teams.



The theme from this book that stayed with me the longest was the naivety of the defenders of the system as it currently stands. From then-Toledo president Frank Horton’s response when asked if the recent outbreak in college crime among student athletes was a problem—“if the person who shot the other was a doctor, you wouldn’t condemn all doctors”—to Texas’ well-intentioned but misguided attempt to criminally prosecute boosters, it is clear that many in charge do not understand the key issues. While I disagreed with a lot of what Telander was saying, the lesson that a journalist could learn from his book was evident: whenever one sees a wrong, in sport or society, it is the writer’s duty to speak out. Plenty of contemporary issues in college sport are deserving of a deeper discussion; after all, the system that the author hammers on is still intact over 20 years later. The Hundred Yard Lie forced me to think in a critical way about a controversial topic, and that is a goal that any aspiring sports writer should strive for.



The Hundred Yard Lie struck me with its tone. The language was brash and straightforward, and the title could have just as well have been one that Charles Barkley later made famous: I May Be Wrong, But I Doubt It. This set-up allowed Rick Telander to be honest about his message—it was opinion, but he had the credentials to back it up. That said, the book was full of points that I both heartily agreed with and vehemently denied.



The Hundred Yard Lie first hit home when it went into detail about the background of many college football players. I have always bristled at the argument that “any college student would take money from a booster if given the opportunity,” because I am nearly certain that I would not do so. To consider the contrast in my upbringing with those of many players, however, means that I no longer place the blame squarely on the athlete from the inner city that came from very little. Telander’s conversation with the high school team from the slums of Houston was a powerful one, giving insight as to why many athletes break the rules.



Though few of the proposals at the end of the book were viable, in my opinion, an article in the USA Today put forth what I found to be a much better solution. The piece wasn’t perfect, but the idea of a choice was a strong one: allow incoming players the selection of either a scholarship or a yearly salary the value of a scholarship. Instead of attending class, players solely dedicated on trying to go pro can make a yearly wage of around $50,000 to focus on football. It wouldn’t cost the schools any more revenue and would distinguish between the student-athletes and the pure athletes.



The “cult” of the college coach was another anecdote that furthered Telander’s argument that the system is a broken one. Football coaches—barring a few exceptions—have adopted what the author referred to as “Lombardi style.” Who has spent any time around football at any level and hasn’t noticed the hard-nosed, in-your-face coaches? The popular mantra of coaches is to break players down to integrate them into what the head man thinks the team structure should be. It is a snapshot of one of the book’s larger themes: the system abuses players. The flood of crime in the year prior to Telander’s book may have come as a result of mental hardship; players are conditioned for violence, and that sometimes comes out off of the field. Crime among college football players has not gone away in the years since the book’s publishing—one only needs to look at recent Athens County police reports as proof of that—and the reasons behind it are worth taking a longer look at.



The biggest gap in Rick Telander’s plans for reform was the lack of attention paid to what big-time football gives back to the non-revenue sports at a university. He made some powerful arguments about the hypocrisy of filling up 100,000 seat stadia with paying customers while the participants received no payment in return, but fell short of detailing all of the services that a football program provides. Telander skated over this tricky point, giving it a passing mention; he notes that “Minor sports may suffer financially at first until universities acknowledge that those sports should be a part of the school system itself.”



This lofty answer is all well and good, but does not touch how schools could afford to continue to fund scholarships for non-revenue programs or whether Telander recommends that they keep doing so at all. Omitting this key detail is a mistake that so many pundits make when putting forth the case that college athletes should be paid. The author’s points about the hypocrisy of the revenue structure of big-time college football—that corporations sell out luxury boxes while universities themselves don’t see a dime—were damaged because he fails to take seriously the services that the teams can provide to other university teams and the student body. He tries to claim that students really don’t care about their team and that donations are not affected by having a squad, but I grew up close enough to Penn State with its 40,000-seat student section and library funded by its football coach to realize that Telander did not give this point the impartiality that it required.



Before reading this book, I was purely in the athletes-should-not-be-paid camp. Some of Telander’s hard-hitting analysis softened this viewpoint, but until I hear a legitimate solution to the problem of funding minor programs, athletic departments should continue to use the revenue programs for the benefit of the lesser teams.



The theme from this book that stayed with me the longest was the naivety of the defenders of the system as it currently stands. From then-Toledo president Frank Horton’s response when asked if the recent outbreak in college crime among student athletes was a problem—“if the person who shot the other was a doctor, you wouldn’t condemn all doctors”—to Texas’ well-intentioned but misguided attempt to criminally prosecute boosters, it is clear that many in charge do not understand the key issues. While I disagreed with a lot of what Telander was saying, the lesson that a journalist could learn from his book was evident: whenever one sees a wrong, in sport or society, it is the writer’s duty to speak out. Plenty of contemporary issues in college sport are deserving of a deeper discussion; after all, the system that the author hammers on is still intact over 20 years later. The Hundred Yard Lie forced me to think in a critical way about a controversial topic, and that is a goal that any aspiring sports writer should strive for.



The Hundred Yard Lie struck me with its tone. The language was brash and straightforward, and the title could have just as well have been one that Charles Barkley later made famous: I May Be Wrong, But I Doubt It. This set-up allowed Rick Telander to be honest about his message—it was opinion, but he had the credentials to back it up. That said, the book was full of points that I both heartily agreed with and vehemently denied.



The Hundred Yard Lie first hit home when it went into detail about the background of many college football players. I have always bristled at the argument that “any college student would take money from a booster if given the opportunity,” because I am nearly certain that I would not do so. To consider the contrast in my upbringing with those of many players, however, means that I no longer place the blame squarely on the athlete from the inner city that came from very little. Telander’s conversation with the high school team from the slums of Houston was a powerful one, giving insight as to why many athletes break the rules.



Though few of the proposals at the end of the book were viable, in my opinion, an article in the USA Today put forth what I found to be a much better solution. The piece wasn’t perfect, but the idea of a choice was a strong one: allow incoming players the selection of either a scholarship or a yearly salary the value of a scholarship. Instead of attending class, players solely dedicated on trying to go pro can make a yearly wage of around $50,000 to focus on football. It wouldn’t cost the schools any more revenue and would distinguish between the student-athletes and the pure athletes.



The “cult” of the college coach was another anecdote that furthered Telander’s argument that the system is a broken one. Football coaches—barring a few exceptions—have adopted what the author referred to as “Lombardi style.” Who has spent any time around football at any level and hasn’t noticed the hard-nosed, in-your-face coaches? The popular mantra of coaches is to break players down to integrate them into what the head man thinks the team structure should be. It is a snapshot of one of the book’s larger themes: the system abuses players. The flood of crime in the year prior to Telander’s book may have come as a result of mental hardship; players are conditioned for violence, and that sometimes comes out off of the field. Crime among college football players has not gone away in the years since the book’s publishing—one only needs to look at recent Athens County police reports as proof of that—and the reasons behind it are worth taking a longer look at.



The biggest gap in Rick Telander’s plans for reform was the lack of attention paid to what big-time football gives back to the non-revenue sports at a university. He made some powerful arguments about the hypocrisy of filling up 100,000 seat stadia with paying customers while the participants received no payment in return, but fell short of detailing all of the services that a football program provides. Telander skated over this tricky point, giving it a passing mention; he notes that “Minor sports may suffer financially at first until universities acknowledge that those sports should be a part of the school system itself.”



This lofty answer is all well and good, but does not touch how schools could afford to continue to fund scholarships for non-revenue programs or whether Telander recommends that they keep doing so at all. Omitting this key detail is a mistake that so many pundits make when putting forth the case that college athletes should be paid. The author’s points about the hypocrisy of the revenue structure of big-time college football—that corporations sell out luxury boxes while universities themselves don’t see a dime—were damaged because he fails to take seriously the services that the teams can provide to other university teams and the student body. He tries to claim that students really don’t care about their team and that donations are not affected by having a squad, but I grew up close enough to Penn State with its 40,000-seat student section and library funded by its football coach to realize that Telander did not give this point the impartiality that it required.



Before reading this book, I was purely in the athletes-should-not-be-paid camp. Some of Telander’s hard-hitting analysis softened this viewpoint, but until I hear a legitimate solution to the problem of funding minor programs, athletic departments should continue to use the revenue programs for the benefit of the lesser teams.



The theme from this book that stayed with me the longest was the naivety of the defenders of the system as it currently stands. From then-Toledo president Frank Horton’s response when asked if the recent outbreak in college crime among student athletes was a problem—“if the person who shot the other was a doctor, you wouldn’t condemn all doctors”—to Texas’ well-intentioned but misguided attempt to criminally prosecute boosters, it is clear that many in charge do not understand the key issues. While I disagreed with a lot of what Telander was saying, the lesson that a journalist could learn from his book was evident: whenever one sees a wrong, in sport or society, it is the writer’s duty to speak out. Plenty of contemporary issues in college sport are deserving of a deeper discussion; after all, the system that the author hammers on is still intact over 20 years later. The Hundred Yard Lie forced me to think in a critical way about a controversial topic, and that is a goal that any aspiring sports writer should strive for.



The Hundred Yard Lie struck me with its tone. The language was brash and straightforward, and the title could have just as well have been one that Charles Barkley later made famous: I May Be Wrong, But I Doubt It. This set-up allowed Rick Telander to be honest about his message—it was opinion, but he had the credentials to back it up. That said, the book was full of points that I both heartily agreed with and vehemently denied.



The Hundred Yard Lie first hit home when it went into detail about the background of many college football players. I have always bristled at the argument that “any college student would take money from a booster if given the opportunity,” because I am nearly certain that I would not do so. To consider the contrast in my upbringing with those of many players, however, means that I no longer place the blame squarely on the athlete from the inner city that came from very little. Telander’s conversation with the high school team from the slums of Houston was a powerful one, giving insight as to why many athletes break the rules.



Though few of the proposals at the end of the book were viable, in my opinion, an article in the USA Today put forth what I found to be a much better solution. The piece wasn’t perfect, but the idea of a choice was a strong one: allow incoming players the selection of either a scholarship or a yearly salary the value of a scholarship. Instead of attending class, players solely dedicated on trying to go pro can make a yearly wage of around $50,000 to focus on football. It wouldn’t cost the schools any more revenue and would distinguish between the student-athletes and the pure athletes.



The “cult” of the college coach was another anecdote that furthered Telander’s argument that the system is a broken one. Football coaches—barring a few exceptions—have adopted what the author referred to as “Lombardi style.” Who has spent any time around football at any level and hasn’t noticed the hard-nosed, in-your-face coaches? The popular mantra of coaches is to break players down to integrate them into what the head man thinks the team structure should be. It is a snapshot of one of the book’s larger themes: the system abuses players. The flood of crime in the year prior to Telander’s book may have come as a result of mental hardship; players are conditioned for violence, and that sometimes comes out off of the field. Crime among college football players has not gone away in the years since the book’s publishing—one only needs to look at recent Athens County police reports as proof of that—and the reasons behind it are worth taking a longer look at.



The biggest gap in Rick Telander’s plans for reform was the lack of attention paid to what big-time football gives back to the non-revenue sports at a university. He made some powerful arguments about the hypocrisy of filling up 100,000 seat stadia with paying customers while the participants received no payment in return, but fell short of detailing all of the services that a football program provides. Telander skated over this tricky point, giving it a passing mention; he notes that “Minor sports may suffer financially at first until universities acknowledge that those sports should be a part of the school system itself.”



This lofty answer is all well and good, but does not touch how schools could afford to continue to fund scholarships for non-revenue programs or whether Telander recommends that they keep doing so at all. Omitting this key detail is a mistake that so many pundits make when putting forth the case that college athletes should be paid. The author’s points about the hypocrisy of the revenue structure of big-time college football—that corporations sell out luxury boxes while universities themselves don’t see a dime—were damaged because he fails to take seriously the services that the teams can provide to other university teams and the student body. He tries to claim that students really don’t care about their team and that donations are not affected by having a squad, but I grew up close enough to Penn State with its 40,000-seat student section and library funded by its football coach to realize that Telander did not give this point the impartiality that it required.



Before reading this book, I was purely in the athletes-should-not-be-paid camp. Some of Telander’s hard-hitting analysis softened this viewpoint, but until I hear a legitimate solution to the problem of funding minor programs, athletic departments should continue to use the revenue programs for the benefit of the lesser teams.



The theme from this book that stayed with me the longest was the naivety of the defenders of the system as it currently stands. From then-Toledo president Frank Horton’s response when asked if the recent outbreak in college crime among student athletes was a problem—“if the person who shot the other was a doctor, you wouldn’t condemn all doctors”—to Texas’ well-intentioned but misguided attempt to criminally prosecute boosters, it is clear that many in charge do not understand the key issues. While I disagreed with a lot of what Telander was saying, the lesson that a journalist could learn from his book was evident: whenever one sees a wrong, in sport or society, it is the writer’s duty to speak out. Plenty of contemporary issues in college sport are deserving of a deeper discussion; after all, the system that the author hammers on is still intact over 20 years later. The Hundred Yard Lie forced me to think in a critical way about a controversial topic, and that is a goal that any aspiring sports writer should strive for.



The Hundred Yard Lie struck me with its tone. The language was brash and straightforward, and the title could have just as well have been one that Charles Barkley later made famous: I May Be Wrong, But I Doubt It. This set-up allowed Rick Telander to be honest about his message—it was opinion, but he had the credentials to back it up. That said, the book was full of points that I both heartily agreed with and vehemently denied.



The Hundred Yard Lie first hit home when it went into detail about the background of many college football players. I have always bristled at the argument that “any college student would take money from a booster if given the opportunity,” because I am nearly certain that I would not do so. To consider the contrast in my upbringing with those of many players, however, means that I no longer place the blame squarely on the athlete from the inner city that came from very little. Telander’s conversation with the high school team from the slums of Houston was a powerful one, giving insight as to why many athletes break the rules.



Though few of the proposals at the end of the book were viable, in my opinion, an article in the USA Today put forth what I found to be a much better solution. The piece wasn’t perfect, but the idea of a choice was a strong one: allow incoming players the selection of either a scholarship or a yearly salary the value of a scholarship. Instead of attending class, players solely dedicated on trying to go pro can make a yearly wage of around $50,000 to focus on football. It wouldn’t cost the schools any more revenue and would distinguish between the student-athletes and the pure athletes.



The “cult” of the college coach was another anecdote that furthered Telander’s argument that the system is a broken one. Football coaches—barring a few exceptions—have adopted what the author referred to as “Lombardi style.” Who has spent any time around football at any level and hasn’t noticed the hard-nosed, in-your-face coaches? The popular mantra of coaches is to break players down to integrate them into what the head man thinks the team structure should be. It is a snapshot of one of the book’s larger themes: the system abuses players. The flood of crime in the year prior to Telander’s book may have come as a result of mental hardship; players are conditioned for violence, and that sometimes comes out off of the field. Crime among college football players has not gone away in the years since the book’s publishing—one only needs to look at recent Athens County police reports as proof of that—and the reasons behind it are worth taking a longer look at.



The biggest gap in Rick Telander’s plans for reform was the lack of attention paid to what big-time football gives back to the non-revenue sports at a university. He made some powerful arguments about the hypocrisy of filling up 100,000 seat stadia with paying customers while the participants received no payment in return, but fell short of detailing all of the services that a football program provides. Telander skated over this tricky point, giving it a passing mention; he notes that “Minor sports may suffer financially at first until universities acknowledge that those sports should be a part of the school system itself.”



This lofty answer is all well and good, but does not touch how schools could afford to continue to fund scholarships for non-revenue programs or whether Telander recommends that they keep doing so at all. Omitting this key detail is a mistake that so many pundits make when putting forth the case that college athletes should be paid. The author’s points about the hypocrisy of the revenue structure of big-time college football—that corporations sell out luxury boxes while universities themselves don’t see a dime—were damaged because he fails to take seriously the services that the teams can provide to other university teams and the student body. He tries to claim that students really don’t care about their team and that donations are not affected by having a squad, but I grew up close enough to Penn State with its 40,000-seat student section and library funded by its football coach to realize that Telander did not give this point the impartiality that it required.



Before reading this book, I was purely in the athletes-should-not-be-paid camp. Some of Telander’s hard-hitting analysis softened this viewpoint, but until I hear a legitimate solution to the problem of funding minor programs, athletic departments should continue to use the revenue programs for the benefit of the lesser teams.



The theme from this book that stayed with me the longest was the naivety of the defenders of the system as it currently stands. From then-Toledo president Frank Horton’s response when asked if the recent outbreak in college crime among student athletes was a problem—“if the person who shot the other was a doctor, you wouldn’t condemn all doctors”—to Texas’ well-intentioned but misguided attempt to criminally prosecute boosters, it is clear that many in charge do not understand the key issues. While I disagreed with a lot of what Telander was saying, the lesson that a journalist could learn from his book was evident: whenever one sees a wrong, in sport or society, it is the writer’s duty to speak out. Plenty of contemporary issues in college sport are deserving of a deeper discussion; after all, the system that the author hammers on is still intact over 20 years later. The Hundred Yard Lie forced me to think in a critical way about a controversial topic, and that is a goal that any aspiring sports writer should strive for.



The Hundred Yard Lie struck me with its tone. The language was brash and straightforward, and the title could have just as well have been one that Charles Barkley later made famous: I May Be Wrong, But I Doubt It. This set-up allowed Rick Telander to be honest about his message—it was opinion, but he had the credentials to back it up. That said, the book was full of points that I both heartily agreed with and vehemently denied.



The Hundred Yard Lie first hit home when it went into detail about the background of many college football players. I have always bristled at the argument that “any college student would take money from a booster if given the opportunity,” because I am nearly certain that I would not do so. To consider the contrast in my upbringing with those of many players, however, means that I no longer place the blame squarely on the athlete from the inner city that came from very little. Telander’s conversation with the high school team from the slums of Houston was a powerful one, giving insight as to why many athletes break the rules.



Though few of the proposals at the end of the book were viable, in my opinion, an article in the USA Today put forth what I found to be a much better solution. The piece wasn’t perfect, but the idea of a choice was a strong one: allow incoming players the selection of either a scholarship or a yearly salary the value of a scholarship. Instead of attending class, players solely dedicated on trying to go pro can make a yearly wage of around $50,000 to focus on football. It wouldn’t cost the schools any more revenue and would distinguish between the student-athletes and the pure athletes.



The “cult” of the college coach was another anecdote that furthered Telander’s argument that the system is a broken one. Football coaches—barring a few exceptions—have adopted what the author referred to as “Lombardi style.” Who has spent any time around football at any level and hasn’t noticed the hard-nosed, in-your-face coaches? The popular mantra of coaches is to break players down to integrate them into what the head man thinks the team structure should be. It is a snapshot of one of the book’s larger themes: the system abuses players. The flood of crime in the year prior to Telander’s book may have come as a result of mental hardship; players are conditioned for violence, and that sometimes comes out off of the field. Crime among college football players has not gone away in the years since the book’s publishing—one only needs to look at recent Athens County police reports as proof of that—and the reasons behind it are worth taking a longer look at.



The biggest gap in Rick Telander’s plans for reform was the lack of attention paid to what big-time football gives back to the non-revenue sports at a university. He made some powerful arguments about the hypocrisy of filling up 100,000 seat stadia with paying customers while the participants received no payment in return, but fell short of detailing all of the services that a football program provides. Telander skated over this tricky point, giving it a passing mention; he notes that “Minor sports may suffer financially at first until universities acknowledge that those sports should be a part of the school system itself.”



This lofty answer is all well and good, but does not touch how schools could afford to continue to fund scholarships for non-revenue programs or whether Telander recommends that they keep doing so at all. Omitting this key detail is a mistake that so many pundits make when putting forth the case that college athletes should be paid. The author’s points about the hypocrisy of the revenue structure of big-time college football—that corporations sell out luxury boxes while universities themselves don’t see a dime—were damaged because he fails to take seriously the services that the teams can provide to other university teams and the student body. He tries to claim that students really don’t care about their team and that donations are not affected by having a squad, but I grew up close enough to Penn State with its 40,000-seat student section and library funded by its football coach to realize that Telander did not give this point the impartiality that it required.



Before reading this book, I was purely in the athletes-should-not-be-paid camp. Some of Telander’s hard-hitting analysis softened this viewpoint, but until I hear a legitimate solution to the problem of funding minor programs, athletic departments should continue to use the revenue programs for the benefit of the lesser teams.



The theme from this book that stayed with me the longest was the naivety of the defenders of the system as it currently stands. From then-Toledo president Frank Horton’s response when asked if the recent outbreak in college crime among student athletes was a problem—“if the person who shot the other was a doctor, you wouldn’t condemn all doctors”—to Texas’ well-intentioned but misguided attempt to criminally prosecute boosters, it is clear that many in charge do not understand the key issues. While I disagreed with a lot of what Telander was saying, the lesson that a journalist could learn from his book was evident: whenever one sees a wrong, in sport or society, it is the writer’s duty to speak out. Plenty of contemporary issues in college sport are deserving of a deeper discussion; after all, the system that the author hammers on is still intact over 20 years later. The Hundred Yard Lie forced me to think in a critical way about a controversial topic, and that is a goal that any aspiring sports writer should strive for.



The Hundred Yard Lie struck me with its tone. The language was brash and straightforward, and the title could have just as well have been one that Charles Barkley later made famous: I May Be Wrong, But I Doubt It. This set-up allowed Rick Telander to be honest about his message—it was opinion, but he had the credentials to back it up. That said, the book was full of points that I both heartily agreed with and vehemently denied.



The Hundred Yard Lie first hit home when it went into detail about the background of many college football players. I have always bristled at the argument that “any college student would take money from a booster if given the opportunity,” because I am nearly certain that I would not do so. To consider the contrast in my upbringing with those of many players, however, means that I no longer place the blame squarely on the athlete from the inner city that came from very little. Telander’s conversation with the high school team from the slums of Houston was a powerful one, giving insight as to why many athletes break the rules.



Though few of the proposals at the end of the book were viable, in my opinion, an article in the USA Today put forth what I found to be a much better solution. The piece wasn’t perfect, but the idea of a choice was a strong one: allow incoming players the selection of either a scholarship or a yearly salary the value of a scholarship. Instead of attending class, players solely dedicated on trying to go pro can make a yearly wage of around $50,000 to focus on football. It wouldn’t cost the schools any more revenue and would distinguish between the student-athletes and the pure athletes.



The “cult” of the college coach was another anecdote that furthered Telander’s argument that the system is a broken one. Football coaches—barring a few exceptions—have adopted what the author referred to as “Lombardi style.” Who has spent any time around football at any level and hasn’t noticed the hard-nosed, in-your-face coaches? The popular mantra of coaches is to break players down to integrate them into what the head man thinks the team structure should be. It is a snapshot of one of the book’s larger themes: the system abuses players. The flood of crime in the year prior to Telander’s book may have come as a result of mental hardship; players are conditioned for violence, and that sometimes comes out off of the field. Crime among college football players has not gone away in the years since the book’s publishing—one only needs to look at recent Athens County police reports as proof of that—and the reasons behind it are worth taking a longer look at.



The biggest gap in Rick Telander’s plans for reform was the lack of attention paid to what big-time football gives back to the non-revenue sports at a university. He made some powerful arguments about the hypocrisy of filling up 100,000 seat stadia with paying customers while the participants received no payment in return, but fell short of detailing all of the services that a football program provides. Telander skated over this tricky point, giving it a passing mention; he notes that “Minor sports may suffer financially at first until universities acknowledge that those sports should be a part of the school system itself.”



This lofty answer is all well and good, but does not touch how schools could afford to continue to fund scholarships for non-revenue programs or whether Telander recommends that they keep doing so at all. Omitting this key detail is a mistake that so many pundits make when putting forth the case that college athletes should be paid. The author’s points about the hypocrisy of the revenue structure of big-time college football—that corporations sell out luxury boxes while universities themselves don’t see a dime—were damaged because he fails to take seriously the services that the teams can provide to other university teams and the student body. He tries to claim that students really don’t care about their team and that donations are not affected by having a squad, but I grew up close enough to Penn State with its 40,000-seat student section and library funded by its football coach to realize that Telander did not give this point the impartiality that it required.



Before reading this book, I was purely in the athletes-should-not-be-paid camp. Some of Telander’s hard-hitting analysis softened this viewpoint, but until I hear a legitimate solution to the problem of funding minor programs, athletic departments should continue to use the revenue programs for the benefit of the lesser teams.



The theme from this book that stayed with me the longest was the naivety of the defenders of the system as it currently stands. From then-Toledo president Frank Horton’s response when asked if the recent outbreak in college crime among student athletes was a problem—“if the person who shot the other was a doctor, you wouldn’t condemn all doctors”—to Texas’ well-intentioned but misguided attempt to criminally prosecute boosters, it is clear that many in charge do not understand the key issues. While I disagreed with a lot of what Telander was saying, the lesson that a journalist could learn from his book was evident: whenever one sees a wrong, in sport or society, it is the writer’s duty to speak out. Plenty of contemporary issues in college sport are deserving of a deeper discussion; after all, the system that the author hammers on is still intact over 20 years later. The Hundred Yard Lie forced me to think in a critical way about a controversial topic, and that is a goal that any aspiring sports writer should strive for.



The Hundred Yard Lie struck me with its tone. The language was brash and straightforward, and the title could have just as well have been one that Charles Barkley later made famous: I May Be Wrong, But I Doubt It. This set-up allowed Rick Telander to be honest about his message—it was opinion, but he had the credentials to back it up. That said, the book was full of points that I both heartily agreed with and vehemently denied.



The Hundred Yard Lie first hit home when it went into detail about the background of many college football players. I have always bristled at the argument that “any college student would take money from a booster if given the opportunity,” because I am nearly certain that I would not do so. To consider the contrast in my upbringing with those of many players, however, means that I no longer place the blame squarely on the athlete from the inner city that came from very little. Telander’s conversation with the high school team from the slums of Houston was a powerful one, giving insight as to why many athletes break the rules.



Though few of the proposals at the end of the book were viable, in my opinion, an article in the USA Today put forth what I found to be a much better solution. The piece wasn’t perfect, but the idea of a choice was a strong one: allow incoming players the selection of either a scholarship or a yearly salary the value of a scholarship. Instead of attending class, players solely dedicated on trying to go pro can make a yearly wage of around $50,000 to focus on football. It wouldn’t cost the schools any more revenue and would distinguish between the student-athletes and the pure athletes.



The “cult” of the college coach was another anecdote that furthered Telander’s argument that the system is a broken one. Football coaches—barring a few exceptions—have adopted what the author referred to as “Lombardi style.” Who has spent any time around football at any level and hasn’t noticed the hard-nosed, in-your-face coaches? The popular mantra of coaches is to break players down to integrate them into what the head man thinks the team structure should be. It is a snapshot of one of the book’s larger themes: the system abuses players. The flood of crime in the year prior to Telander’s book may have come as a result of mental hardship; players are conditioned for violence, and that sometimes comes out off of the field. Crime among college football players has not gone away in the years since the book’s publishing—one only needs to look at recent Athens County police reports as proof of that—and the reasons behind it are worth taking a longer look at.



The biggest gap in Rick Telander’s plans for reform was the lack of attention paid to what big-time football gives back to the non-revenue sports at a university. He made some powerful arguments about the hypocrisy of filling up 100,000 seat stadia with paying customers while the participants received no payment in return, but fell short of detailing all of the services that a football program provides. Telander skated over this tricky point, giving it a passing mention; he notes that “Minor sports may suffer financially at first until universities acknowledge that those sports should be a part of the school system itself.”



This lofty answer is all well and good, but does not touch how schools could afford to continue to fund scholarships for non-revenue programs or whether Telander recommends that they keep doing so at all. Omitting this key detail is a mistake that so many pundits make when putting forth the case that college athletes should be paid. The author’s points about the hypocrisy of the revenue structure of big-time college football—that corporations sell out luxury boxes while universities themselves don’t see a dime—were damaged because he fails to take seriously the services that the teams can provide to other university teams and the student body. He tries to claim that students really don’t care about their team and that donations are not affected by having a squad, but I grew up close enough to Penn State with its 40,000-seat student section and library funded by its football coach to realize that Telander did not give this point the impartiality that it required.



Before reading this book, I was purely in the athletes-should-not-be-paid camp. Some of Telander’s hard-hitting analysis softened this viewpoint, but until I hear a legitimate solution to the problem of funding minor programs, athletic departments should continue to use the revenue programs for the benefit of the lesser teams.



The theme from this book that stayed with me the longest was the naivety of the defenders of the system as it currently stands. From then-Toledo president Frank Horton’s response when asked if the recent outbreak in college crime among student athletes was a problem—“if the person who shot the other was a doctor, you wouldn’t condemn all doctors”—to Texas’ well-intentioned but misguided attempt to criminally prosecute boosters, it is clear that many in charge do not understand the key issues. While I disagreed with a lot of what Telander was saying, the lesson that a journalist could learn from his book was evident: whenever one sees a wrong, in sport or society, it is the writer’s duty to speak out. Plenty of contemporary issues in college sport are deserving of a deeper discussion; after all, the system that the author hammers on is still intact over 20 years later. The Hundred Yard Lie forced me to think in a critical way about a controversial topic, and that is a goal that any aspiring sports writer should strive for.



The Hundred Yard Lie struck me with its tone. The language was brash and straightforward, and the title could have just as well have been one that Charles Barkley later made famous: I May Be Wrong, But I Doubt It. This set-up allowed Rick Telander to be honest about his message—it was opinion, but he had the credentials to back it up. That said, the book was full of points that I both heartily agreed with and vehemently denied.



The Hundred Yard Lie first hit home when it went into detail about the background of many college football players. I have always bristled at the argument that “any college student would take money from a booster if given the opportunity,” because I am nearly certain that I would not do so. To consider the contrast in my upbringing with those of many players, however, means that I no longer place the blame squarely on the athlete from the inner city that came from very little. Telander’s conversation with the high school team from the slums of Houston was a powerful one, giving insight as to why many athletes break the rules.



Though few of the proposals at the end of the book were viable, in my opinion, an article in the USA Today put forth what I found to be a much better solution. The piece wasn’t perfect, but the idea of a choice was a strong one: allow incoming players the selection of either a scholarship or a yearly salary the value of a scholarship. Instead of attending class, players solely dedicated on trying to go pro can make a yearly wage of around $50,000 to focus on football. It wouldn’t cost the schools any more revenue and would distinguish between the student-athletes and the pure athletes.



The “cult” of the college coach was another anecdote that furthered Telander’s argument that the system is a broken one. Football coaches—barring a few exceptions—have adopted what the author referred to as “Lombardi style.” Who has spent any time around football at any level and hasn’t noticed the hard-nosed, in-your-face coaches? The popular mantra of coaches is to break players down to integrate them into what the head man thinks the team structure should be. It is a snapshot of one of the book’s larger themes: the system abuses players. The flood of crime in the year prior to Telander’s book may have come as a result of mental hardship; players are conditioned for violence, and that sometimes comes out off of the field. Crime among college football players has not gone away in the years since the book’s publishing—one only needs to look at recent Athens County police reports as proof of that—and the reasons behind it are worth taking a longer look at.



The biggest gap in Rick Telander’s plans for reform was the lack of attention paid to what big-time football gives back to the non-revenue sports at a university. He made some powerful arguments about the hypocrisy of filling up 100,000 seat stadia with paying customers while the participants received no payment in return, but fell short of detailing all of the services that a football program provides. Telander skated over this tricky point, giving it a passing mention; he notes that “Minor sports may suffer financially at first until universities acknowledge that those sports should be a part of the school system itself.”



This lofty answer is all well and good, but does not touch how schools could afford to continue to fund scholarships for non-revenue programs or whether Telander recommends that they keep doing so at all. Omitting this key detail is a mistake that so many pundits make when putting forth the case that college athletes should be paid. The author’s points about the hypocrisy of the revenue structure of big-time college football—that corporations sell out luxury boxes while universities themselves don’t see a dime—were damaged because he fails to take seriously the services that the teams can provide to other university teams and the student body. He tries to claim that students really don’t care about their team and that donations are not affected by having a squad, but I grew up close enough to Penn State with its 40,000-seat student section and library funded by its football coach to realize that Telander did not give this point the impartiality that it required.



Before reading this book, I was purely in the athletes-should-not-be-paid camp. Some of Telander’s hard-hitting analysis softened this viewpoint, but until I hear a legitimate solution to the problem of funding minor programs, athletic departments should continue to use the revenue programs for the benefit of the lesser teams.



The theme from this book that stayed with me the longest was the naivety of the defenders of the system as it currently stands. From then-Toledo president Frank Horton’s response when asked if the recent outbreak in college crime among student athletes was a problem—“if the person who shot the other was a doctor, you wouldn’t condemn all doctors”—to Texas’ well-intentioned but misguided attempt to criminally prosecute boosters, it is clear that many in charge do not understand the key issues. While I disagreed with a lot of what Telander was saying, the lesson that a journalist could learn from his book was evident: whenever one sees a wrong, in sport or society, it is the writer’s duty to speak out. Plenty of contemporary issues in college sport are deserving of a deeper discussion; after all, the system that the author hammers on is still intact over 20 years later. The Hundred Yard Lie forced me to think in a critical way about a controversial topic, and that is a goal that any aspiring sports writer should strive for.



The Hundred Yard Lie struck me with its tone. The language was brash and straightforward, and the title could have just as well have been one that Charles Barkley later made famous: I May Be Wrong, But I Doubt It. This set-up allowed Rick Telander to be honest about his message—it was opinion, but he had the credentials to back it up. That said, the book was full of points that I both heartily agreed with and vehemently denied.



The Hundred Yard Lie first hit home when it went into detail about the background of many college football players. I have always bristled at the argument that “any college student would take money from a booster if given the opportunity,” because I am nearly certain that I would not do so. To consider the contrast in my upbringing with those of many players, however, means that I no longer place the blame squarely on the athlete from the inner city that came from very little. Telander’s conversation with the high school team from the slums of Houston was a powerful one, giving insight as to why many athletes break the rules.



Though few of the proposals at the end of the book were viable, in my opinion, an article in the USA Today put forth what I found to be a much better solution. The piece wasn’t perfect, but the idea of a choice was a strong one: allow incoming players the selection of either a scholarship or a yearly salary the value of a scholarship. Instead of attending class, players solely dedicated on trying to go pro can make a yearly wage of around $50,000 to focus on football. It wouldn’t cost the schools any more revenue and would distinguish between the student-athletes and the pure athletes.



The “cult” of the college coach was another anecdote that furthered Telander’s argument that the system is a broken one. Football coaches—barring a few exceptions—have adopted what the author referred to as “Lombardi style.” Who has spent any time around football at any level and hasn’t noticed the hard-nosed, in-your-face coaches? The popular mantra of coaches is to break players down to integrate them into what the head man thinks the team structure should be. It is a snapshot of one of the book’s larger themes: the system abuses players. The flood of crime in the year prior to Telander’s book may have come as a result of mental hardship; players are conditioned for violence, and that sometimes comes out off of the field. Crime among college football players has not gone away in the years since the book’s publishing—one only needs to look at recent Athens County police reports as proof of that—and the reasons behind it are worth taking a longer look at.



The biggest gap in Rick Telander’s plans for reform was the lack of attention paid to what big-time football gives back to the non-revenue sports at a university. He made some powerful arguments about the hypocrisy of filling up 100,000 seat stadia with paying customers while the participants received no payment in return, but fell short of detailing all of the services that a football program provides. Telander skated over this tricky point, giving it a passing mention; he notes that “Minor sports may suffer financially at first until universities acknowledge that those sports should be a part of the school system itself.”



This lofty answer is all well and good, but does not touch how schools could afford to continue to fund scholarships for non-revenue programs or whether Telander recommends that they keep doing so at all. Omitting this key detail is a mistake that so many pundits make when putting forth the case that college athletes should be paid. The author’s points about the hypocrisy of the revenue structure of big-time college football—that corporations sell out luxury boxes while universities themselves don’t see a dime—were damaged because he fails to take seriously the services that the teams can provide to other university teams and the student body. He tries to claim that students really don’t care about their team and that donations are not affected by having a squad, but I grew up close enough to Penn State with its 40,000-seat student section and library funded by its football coach to realize that Telander did not give this point the impartiality that it required.



Before reading this book, I was purely in the athletes-should-not-be-paid camp. Some of Telander’s hard-hitting analysis softened this viewpoint, but until I hear a legitimate solution to the problem of funding minor programs, athletic departments should continue to use the revenue programs for the benefit of the lesser teams.



The theme from this book that stayed with me the longest was the naivety of the defenders of the system as it currently stands. From then-Toledo president Frank Horton’s response when asked if the recent outbreak in college crime among student athletes was a problem—“if the person who shot the other was a doctor, you wouldn’t condemn all doctors”—to Texas’ well-intentioned but misguided attempt to criminally prosecute boosters, it is clear that many in charge do not understand the key issues. While I disagreed with a lot of what Telander was saying, the lesson that a journalist could learn from his book was evident: whenever one sees a wrong, in sport or society, it is the writer’s duty to speak out. Plenty of contemporary issues in college sport are deserving of a deeper discussion; after all, the system that the author hammers on is still intact over 20 years later. The Hundred Yard Lie forced me to think in a critical way about a controversial topic, and that is a goal that any aspiring sports writer should strive for.



The Hundred Yard Lie struck me with its tone. The language was brash and straightforward, and the title could have just as well have been one that Charles Barkley later made famous: I May Be Wrong, But I Doubt It. This set-up allowed Rick Telander to be honest about his message—it was opinion, but he had the credentials to back it up. That said, the book was full of points that I both heartily agreed with and vehemently denied.



The Hundred Yard Lie first hit home when it went into detail about the background of many college football players. I have always bristled at the argument that “any college student would take money from a booster if given the opportunity,” because I am nearly certain that I would not do so. To consider the contrast in my upbringing with those of many players, however, means that I no longer place the blame squarely on the athlete from the inner city that came from very little. Telander’s conversation with the high school team from the slums of Houston was a powerful one, giving insight as to why many athletes break the rules.



Though few of the proposals at the end of the book were viable, in my opinion, an article in the USA Today put forth what I found to be a much better solution. The piece wasn’t perfect, but the idea of a choice was a strong one: allow incoming players the selection of either a scholarship or a yearly salary the value of a scholarship. Instead of attending class, players solely dedicated on trying to go pro can make a yearly wage of around $50,000 to focus on football. It wouldn’t cost the schools any more revenue and would distinguish between the student-athletes and the pure athletes.



The “cult” of the college coach was another anecdote that furthered Telander’s argument that the system is a broken one. Football coaches—barring a few exceptions—have adopted what the author referred to as “Lombardi style.” Who has spent any time around football at any level and hasn’t noticed the hard-nosed, in-your-face coaches? The popular mantra of coaches is to break players down to integrate them into what the head man thinks the team structure should be. It is a snapshot of one of the book’s larger themes: the system abuses players. The flood of crime in the year prior to Telander’s book may have come as a result of mental hardship; players are conditioned for violence, and that sometimes comes out off of the field. Crime among college football players has not gone away in the years since the book’s publishing—one only needs to look at recent Athens County police reports as proof of that—and the reasons behind it are worth taking a longer look at.



The biggest gap in Rick Telander’s plans for reform was the lack of attention paid to what big-time football gives back to the non-revenue sports at a university. He made some powerful arguments about the hypocrisy of filling up 100,000 seat stadia with paying customers while the participants received no payment in return, but fell short of detailing all of the services that a football program provides. Telander skated over this tricky point, giving it a passing mention; he notes that “Minor sports may suffer financially at first until universities acknowledge that those sports should be a part of the school system itself.”



This lofty answer is all well and good, but does not touch how schools could afford to continue to fund scholarships for non-revenue programs or whether Telander recommends that they keep doing so at all. Omitting this key detail is a mistake that so many pundits make when putting forth the case that college athletes should be paid. The author’s points about the hypocrisy of the revenue structure of big-time college football—that corporations sell out luxury boxes while universities themselves don’t see a dime—were damaged because he fails to take seriously the services that the teams can provide to other university teams and the student body. He tries to claim that students really don’t care about their team and that donations are not affected by having a squad, but I grew up close enough to Penn State with its 40,000-seat student section and library funded by its football coach to realize that Telander did not give this point the impartiality that it required.



Before reading this book, I was purely in the athletes-should-not-be-paid camp. Some of Telander’s hard-hitting analysis softened this viewpoint, but until I hear a legitimate solution to the problem of funding minor programs, athletic departments should continue to use the revenue programs for the benefit of the lesser teams.



The theme from this book that stayed with me the longest was the naivety of the defenders of the system as it currently stands. From then-Toledo president Frank Horton’s response when asked if the recent outbreak in college crime among student athletes was a problem—“if the person who shot the other was a doctor, you wouldn’t condemn all doctors”—to Texas’ well-intentioned but misguided attempt to criminally prosecute boosters, it is clear that many in charge do not understand the key issues. While I disagreed with a lot of what Telander was saying, the lesson that a journalist could learn from his book was evident: whenever one sees a wrong, in sport or society, it is the writer’s duty to speak out. Plenty of contemporary issues in college sport are deserving of a deeper discussion; after all, the system that the author hammers on is still intact over 20 years later. The Hundred Yard Lie forced me to think in a critical way about a controversial topic, and that is a goal that any aspiring sports writer should strive for.