It'll Take More than a NIL

Elizabeth sat across the table from Desean Leonard, her husband gingerly rubbing her knee. They were recruiting the 18 year old, who was over 7 feet tall, but not lanky like a lot of the recruits. The fresh lemonade and cookies she'd made had gone unattended.

"Look, the NIL package just ... isn't great," Desean repeated for the umpteenth time. "I appreciate my home town school going hard for me. But I got Big Blue offering me more. I got the Carolina schools up north offering more. Fuck, I could go west coast. Why stay here?"

"Look," Jamaal said, trying his weak pitch once more, "think about playing in front of your parents, in front of your friends, looking a moribund college to heights its never achieved."

"Shit," Desean replied, snorting. "I can fly my parents out first class to every game with what big Blue will pay."

"Then perhaps some alternative compensation," Elizabeth interjected.

"I'm listening," Desean said, looking intrigued.

"All the head you want if you sign," she said, thinking it through. "Pussy ... with a condom ... if you get us a win at Atlantis. If we don't, if we win the SEC."

"And if we win both?" he asked, his eyebrow arching.

"Add ass on top of that."

"And if we win it all?" he said, smirking now.

"You get that pussy, raw and unprotected," she said.

"Now coach, that is a pitch."