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College Athletes for Hire The Evolution and Legacy of the NCAA's Amateur Myth

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ISBN-10: 0275961915

ISBN-13: 9780275961916

Edition: 1998

Authors: Allen L. Sack, Ellen J. Staurowsky

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Many books have been written on the "evils" of commercialism in college sport, and the hypocrisy of payments to athletes from alumni and other sources outside the university. Almost no attention, however, has been given to the way that the National Collegiate Athletic Association has embraced professionalism through its athletic scholarship policy. Because of this gap in the historical record, the NCAA is often cast as an embattled defender of amateurism, rather than as the architect of a nationwide "money-laundering" scheme. Sack and Staurowsky show that the NCAA formally abandoned amateurism in the 1950s and passed rules in subsequent years that literally transformed scholarship athletes…    
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Book details

List price: $77.00
Copyright year: 1998
Publisher: ABC-CLIO, LLC
Publication date: 7/17/1998
Binding: Hardcover
Pages: 208
Size: 6.50" wide x 9.75" long x 0.75" tall
Weight: 1.144
Language: English

President, National Paralysis Foundation
Introduction: The Different Faces of Collegiate Sport Rules of the Game for Men and Women
The Decline of the Amateur Spirit
The NCAA Turns Professional, 1906 to 1956
Physical Education and the Rise of Women's Collegiate Sport
A Sport for Women Philosophy Athletic Scholarships and the Emergence of Corporate College
Sport Athletic Scholarships
From Gifts to Employment Contracts Athletic Scholarships as Failed Academic Policy Athletic Scholarships for Women
The Complexities of Intercollegiate Athletic Equality Suggestions for Reform Putting the Amateur Myth to Rest
Further Reading