With pro (and big-time college) sports.
Except for the Phillies, who in what seems to be a tour de force have had no one arrested, no one suspended, and no one called to testify before Congress in recent memory.
Across the Big Pond, discontent also blossoms:
Sportism was a religion. We never questioned that the team which finished top of the old footballing first division was the best that year because in the world of sport everybody got what they deserved. The proof was there for us all to see – Nottingham Forest could win the European Cup, Wimbledon could win the FA Cup, if they tried hard enough.
So what happens when those very foundations of your existence are shaken to the core? When you begin to realise that not everybody has been playing by the rules? Trauma, that’s what. We sportists have just experienced a summer of unparalled trauma. First, there were the shocking allegations that Pakistan’s cricketers might not have been playing cricket at all – that they were deliberately bowling no-balls to assist betting syndicates. I have not watched a cricket match since.
The turning point: Sports stopped being “sports” and began to be “entertainment.”