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Sit back, kids, and let me tell you the story of the Great Hockey Wars of 1991. It’s a tale of two leagues battling for the services of a young superstar – one hoping to highlight underserved markets in North America and the other vowing to take on the world.

In the end, however, nary a shot was fired and the only real casualties were egos.

In January, 1991, news broke that the North American Hockey League was aiming to give fans in the United States and Canada another big-time professional hockey circuit. Gordon Stenback, interim league president, said Cleveland, Dallas, Miami and Hamilton, Ontario, would be charter cities with at least two more franchises (chosen among Atlanta, Houston, Providence, Rhode Island and Oakland/Sacramento) set to begin play that winter.

“The idea for this league actually got started a year and a half ago,” Stenback told the Akron Beacon Journal for a Jan. 9, 1991, story. “I had had conversations with people in major cities around the country that did not have hockey, and we decided to form a network and put together our own league.

“We are not in competition with the NHL because our teams are not in those cities.”

The franchise fee was set at $250,000 and each team was to play an 80-game schedule and work under a $3 million salary cap. Rule innovations included sudden death without goalies, elimination of the red line, and enlarging the area behind the net by moving the goal line forward.

Just over a month later, however, the NAHL had some competition in the battle of hockey upstarts.

The Continental Hockey Association – under the direction of sports entrepreneur Bill Hunter – sprang to life on February 16, promising six franchises would be in place by September with European expansion on the table.

St. Paul and Saskatoon were the two charter members, with Atlanta, Cleveland, Orlando, Miami, New England, Moscow, Prague, Milan, Vienna and Barcelona tapped as possible franchise sites. In fact, the Moscow team would be the infamous Soviet Red Army Team, rebranded for the CHA.

“We’re introducing four principal rules that we think will make our league unique,” Hunter said in an interview with the Star Tribune newspaper in Minneapolis. “First, we’re taking out the red line (for two-line passes) to speed up the game. Second, we’re moving the goals out so they will be 15 feet from the end of the boards to allow more room and eliminate a great deal of violence and delays from piling on the boards. Third, we’re going to use the international rule on icing, which means when the puck crosses the goal line there’s an immediate whistle.

“And fourth, we’re going to play a 10-minute overtime in case of ties.”

Franchise fees would be $400,000 (plus $250,000 first-year assessment) and a $100,000 contingency fund that would receive one percent of all television and marketing revenues.

Teams would operate with 23-man rosters and a $2.5 million salary cap.

Yet aside from commonalities in rule changes and some overlapping franchise targets, both the NAHL and CHA coveted Eric Lindros, who played junior hockey in the Ontario Hockey League and was considered the top up-and-coming player in the game.

In May it was reported that the CHA was putting together a three-year, $6 million package for Lindros in which the league franchises would pool resources to bring him in and then assign him to a club. The center would be paid a $1.5 million signing bonus and $1.5 million per season and he wouldn’t be drafted – simply offered a job as face of the new league.

Lindros went first in the NAHL’s inaugural draft on June 3, with Hamilton calling dibs on the 6-4, 230-pound 18-year old superstar. Perhaps trying to answer the monetary challenge of the CHA, Hamilton owner Gary Patterson said the other clubs in the NAHL were prepared to contribute one half toward Lindros’ salary, which would be comparable to the CHA’s offer.

Had Lindros opted to sign with one of the leagues, it would’ve given the fledgling organization instant credibility. Problem is, it’s hard to earn credibility if you never even make it to the ice.

When hockey season began later in 1991, the NHL Philadelphia Flyers owned the rights to Lindros – thanks to a trade with the Quebec Nordiques.

And the North American Hockey League and Continental Hockey Association? Neither got beyond a few press conferences and one player draft apiece.

Ironically, officials of the NAHL and CHA teamed up in 1992 to found the American Hockey Association, a minor league that made it through less than half a season before folding.

Thus, the last major league competition the NHL had was the World Hockey Association, which saw four of its franchises absorbed in a limited merger in 1979. But, I remain hopeful for the future of alternative hockey. Atlanta, Barcelona, Cleveland, Hamilton, Houston, Milan, Moscow, Orlando, Prague, Providence, Saskatoon and Vienna would be a solid lineup for a WHA reboot.

As I get older, I find myself trying to carefully negotiate the bridge that connects my past with my present. The fun part, of course, is looking back and realizing sometimes I can still see where my journey started – and where it’s headed.

I’m a sports fan so teams, leagues, times and dates serve as logical links, and every once in a while I can impress myself by recalling a score from a football game I saw 50 years ago.

But I’ve also always been fascinated by venues, and one of the first things I did when I moved back to Birmingham was revisit my old haunts. I drove by an empty Legion Field, where I saw my first college football game, and later visited Rickwood Field – the nation’s oldest pro baseball ballpark but a place I remember best as being the site of the first youth football game I ever participated in. I can still almost taste the infield dirt I swallowed when I helped churn it up while blocking (or at least trying to block) on a kickoff return.

Then there’s the building formerly known as the Birmingham-Jefferson Civic Center Coliseum, now called Legacy Arena and currently being renovated as one of the jewels of the Uptown entertainment district.  It’s where I watched my first college basketball game as well as my first professional hockey game (and saw my first concert – Boston with Sammy Hagar opening).

But during my two months back in the Magic City one stop had been absent from my nostalgia tour – Lawson Field.

In truth the city-owned facility, designed primarily for high school football, hadn’t crossed my mind much in the last, oh, 40-something years. I did a little research and discovered that before last Saturday I hadn’t been there since November 9, 1979. That was the night I watched my alma mater, the Huffman Vikings, edge the Hueytown Golden Gophers, 14-13. Back then Lawson Field was the home stadium for a handful of Birmingham high schools and a great cheap date locale because tickets to a prep game were a dollar. So for the low, low price of $2 you could take your sweetie to the ballgame and kill two and half hours on a Friday night before going “parking.”

Alas, once my high school days were done, there was no compelling reason to go back to the stadium. Once I entered college my Fridays were otherwise occupied, and as the years passed Lawson Field simply became a thing of my past.

It briefly returned to my radar thanks to a Dixie Football League game between the Birmingham Suns and Panama City Pirates played there in October, 1982. I had no interest in the semi-pro league – didn’t even know it existed, to be honest – but read about a Birmingham player accidentally shooting his coach in the leg when he pulled a pistol and fired it toward the ground in an effort to break up a  postgame fight at Lawson Field.

I really don’t know why a player was packing heat on the sidelines, but often wonder if it inspired that ridiculous opening scene in “The Last Boy Scout” when a running back shoots three players trying to tackle him.

At any rate, I moved on with my life and Lawson Field moved on with its nightlife, continuing to host high school football, the Birmingham Steel Magnolias of the Women’s Football Association, the Alabama Warriors of the Premier South Football League, and serving as the practice facility for the Birmingham Steeldogs of AF2. The memories made over those years at the 7,500-seat stadium were not memories made by me, and I never felt like I was missing out on anything.

But jump to September 11, 2021, and the stadium (built in 1968) gave me something to remember 42 years since I last visited it: I watched FC Birmingham top Legacy Heroes FC, 1-0, in a Pioneer Premier League soccer match.

It was the first live sporting event I’d been to since coming home and I enjoyed it, but I was also surprised at how familiar Lawson Field seemed to me.

The gravel parking lot – complete with a ditch you have to carefully drive over to get to your makeshift spot – appeared largely unchanged from 1979. So did the concession building, press box and stands on both the home and visitors’ side.

Obviously the aluminum bleachers have been replaced, but technology hasn’t changed aluminum bleachers much over the decades, so the experience was the same.

The large grass hills on either side of the home stands were still unspoiled by construction. During a packed high school game they served as playgrounds and nature slides for kids who were more interested in playing than watching older kids play ball.

I spent the first half sitting on the home side and the second from the vantage point of the visitors, and both were a comfortable fit. I fought the urge to slide down the hill because at my age that would’ve been ridiculous and possibly deadly.

The biggest changes were the playing surface itself, which is now artificial turf, and the nice, rubberized track circling around it. I did notice that one of the goalposts had wonky uprights, so that might be something for maintenance to look into going forward.

The bottom line is that if FC Birmingham didn’t call Lawson Field home, my 42-year streak of staying away would still be intact. But since they do, the time between my last visit and next won’t be nearly as long. Turns out the journey I started on this particular bridge isn’t over just yet.

I’ve spent an inordinate amount of time thinking, talking and writing about alternative football leagues. I’ve written about them in book form, short form – I’ve even gone so far as to suggest what kind of alt grid league I’d form myself, down to the team nicknames (I still think Birmingham Battalion is a winner, whether competing in the Summer Football League Would you support the SFL? or a U.S.-based group playing by CFL rules The American League of Canadian Football).

What I haven’t done, however, is jump on the alternative basketball bandwagon.

Scott Adamson writes stuff. Follow him on Twitter @adamsonsl and Instagram @scottscribe60

Maybe it’s because between the NBA, WNBA, NBA G League and EuroLeague (when I’m feeling continental) I’m pretty well satisfied when it comes to pro hoops. And if I have an itch for roundball during the offseason, there’s the NBA Summer league to provide a scratch.

But just for my own amusement (and yours, if you’re easily amused), I’ve decided to conjure the XBL – an extreme, innovative brand of basketball modeled after its football counterpart, the XFL. It’s not that I need another professional basketball organization to exist, it’s just that I feel the need to write about the possible existence of another professional basketball organization.

Like the XFL, the XBL will target major league near-misses and will not pretend to be a rival of the NBA. But since the big league already has a farm system in the G League, it needs to strive to be more than just developmental in nature. This means attempting to pluck athletes currently playing overseas, including former NBA guys who might no longer have the skills required to make an Association roster, but who have some name recognition. Truthfully, between the NBA, G League and EuroLeague, (as well as the fledgling Professional Collegiate League and Overtime Elite), the top players are already taken. Instead of up-and-comers, the XBL will include a lot of down-and-wenters. The pay should be decent, though. The average XFL salary ($55,000 per season) was three percent of the average annual NFL salary, so using that math XBL players will pull down $246,000.

So, when will the league’s season begin?

The two previous incarnations of the XFL started the week after the Super Bowl, filling a late winter/spring gridiron void. Finding down time in basketball is more problematic.

The NBA season, including the playoffs, runs from mid-October to early June. The WNBA starts in May and ends around the time the NBA starts back. Translation: there ain’t no offseason in North American pro hoops.

But since the XBL is a men’s league, we’ll go ahead and start it in mid-June. The regular season will consist of 34 games, so it’ll wrap up in mid-September.

As for franchises, you want the major media markets (New York, Los Angeles, Chicago) to lure TV networks, but you might want to throw in some non-NBA towns as well. So for our inaugural XBL season we’ll go with eight flagship cities: Baltimore, Chicago, Cincinnati, Los Angeles, Louisville, New York, San Diego and San Francisco.

Baltimore, Cincinnati, Louisville and New York will play in the Eastern Division while Chicago, Los Angeles, San Diego and San Francisco make up the Western Division.

The scheduling format is structured so that a team faces each foe in its division six times and teams in the other division four times apiece.

The playoffs are quite simple: East winner meets West winner in a best-of-3 championship series.

And now for my favorite part … rule innovations.

As far as timing, we’ll stick with four, 12-minute quarters. After that, though, things get weird:

* The 3-point line is 21 feet from the basket.