The problem with the NCAA is the mismatch between the laws and the lawbreakers.
Look: I'm no criminal mastermind, but I can do better than these assistant ADs. Got a text from a player asking for money? Send a reply text telling him you will never give him money in a million years, then get a burner phone and call him. Better yet, use that burner phone to call a third-party bagman and send him over with cash. There's no foolproof way to do this, but for God's sake don't leave a written record of your willing participation on a device outside your control.
You don't have to get an advanced degree in sleaziness to make your way forward in the SEC. You don't have to have been sorted into frickin' Slytherin. Watch like six episodes of The Wire, or Homeland, and you'll be orders of magnitude better at Getting Away with Something than these jokers.
(I write this with full awareness that My Beloved Jim Tressel inexplicably kept the Chris Cicero emails in his account for later disclosure to investigators. But this underscores my point: what that fact -- which the hanging judges in the commentariat failed to explore -- indicates to me is we were dealing with a man who was decidedly not gifted at or experienced with covering up rules violations.)
Somewhat relatedly, hey 11W: have you ever considered hiring an investigative reporter to sniff around Tuscaloosa for dirt? I realize that's the kind of work that can get a fellow "disappeared" down South. But it's surely the next step forward for fan-centered journalism, and who wouldn't want to be the Woodward and Bernstein who took down Nick Saban?