To my father’s dismay, I was never a football fan growing up. While my dad and brothers would spend their Sundays on the couch watching game after game (after game…), my mother and I would hit the mall, grab lunch, and do other girly things. But then I went to college, a Big Ten college, and it was impossible not to fall madly in love with the sport. Not only did I wake up at 7am to cheer on my team with the other 100,000+ people in attendance every Saturday, but I learned the rules, I followed the players, I even – gasp – watched other games.

Michigan football became the center of my life. When they won, I celebrated. When they lost, I went home, watched the replays in bed and didn’t come out until I had to go to class on Monday.

I totally understand the glory that comes with watching a winning team. And, thanks to the past couple of seasons, I am learning the pain associated with watching a losing one. So I get that coaches and universities would do whatever it takes to build a team that wins. I mean, who doesn’t want to win?

But what I don’t get is the shady and pretty despicable recruiting process I’ve recently learned about known as The Hostess. Read More »