This is the Statt Mann, Baby. It’s time to Scatt a Little Bit…

I’m one of those sports fans that loves motor racing and stick and ball sports. For example, I don’t think the NFL stands for National Felons League.

I do think, however, that the world of collegiate sports is getting hypnotized by the tonnage of dollars that have entered the industry. And collegiate sports in America is an industry run by greedy fat cats from Las Vegas, Nevada to Bristol, Connecticut.

That differs from the greedy fat cats that run American motor racing on two counts. Those making decisions in intercollegiate athletics may not be related and live in Daytona Beach or Charlotte.

We may one day look back on this weekend as the 48 hours that devoured collegiate sports. One coach who won nearly eighty percent of his games was forced to quit by fat cats who wanted a coach who won eighty-five percent of the time.

Hours later the people who say they observe the best of intercollegiate football said their iconic player was one who had to spend time in his acceptance reiterating his innocence of charges he assaulted a woman.

You can’t make this stuff up. We’re witnessing the leveraged buyout of intercollegiate athletics by The Wolf of Wall Street.

And the NCAA, sanctioned with the task of making sure that doesn’t happen, is sitting on the sidelines with its thumb in an orifice. That is when it’s not fighting for its own piece of the action.

Peace.