The characters and details might change on the male soap opera you care about most. At the University of Miami, the script called for prostitutes and cash payments. In Boston, it was fried chicken and beer. But the narratives that surround a sports scandal — temptation everywhere, characters turned into caricatures, villains lurking, heroes rising and falling — are essentially the same. It makes for great television with a fanatical audience, the male soap. But when you step back from the set where the real actors are performing real acts in this fantasy world — step back to see the camera equipment, the lights, the sound people, the writers, all the wiring — you can’t help but notice that some of what surrounds the game around the game, what frames it, isn’t really real. The filter distorts clarity depending on how discerning you are about understanding the workings of the lens.