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My Halloween costumes

Tomorrow night, all the little Trick-or-Treaters will be dressed as witches, ghosts, goblins and telemarketers, and I’ll be reminded of the wonderful times I had as a child begging for teeth-destroying edibles. As you might know, I would often dress up as either a werewolf, Batman or Joe Namath, and had no desire to be anything other than those three iconic figures. Why?

I’ll tell you.

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Werewolves are far and away my favorite mythological creature. They shapeshift into a wolf due to a curse or bite from another mythological creature that has shapeshifted into a wolf due to a curse or bite from yet another mythological creature that has shapeshifted into a wolf due to a curse or bite … you get the idea. There’s cursing and biting involved, then you sprout fur and foam at the mouth.

My favorite werewolf mask was based on the 1941 “The Wolf Man” movie character, and it even had fake hair that made it look authentic. It was also shaped in such a way that I could wear my eyeglasses underneath it. Man, I loved that mask … didn’t even need Halloween as an excuse to put it on. Sometimes I’d be sitting at the dinner table in mid-July wearing it … just thinking about how cool it would be if I were a lycanthrope. Then I’d lift it up so I could take a bite out of a yeast roll, and then put it back in position and think more about lycanthropy. And really, the mask was the only expense to the ensemble; the rest of the costume was just regular clothes.

I can’t tell you how many times I’d knock on a door and the person who opened it would say, “Oh my, you’re scary!”

And I’d want to answer, “No shit. I’m a werewolf … you should be scared,” but I wouldn’t because nippers shouldn’t cuss.

Batman is my favorite masked vigilante – a man who presents himself as a nocturnal flying mammal in order to strike fear into the hearts of malefactors, ne’er-do-wells and tosspots. Personally, I’ve always liked bats – I find them quite pleasant. But then again I’m a delightful person, so Batman would have no reason to strike fear into me. Now feral hogs are another story … I find them quite off-putting. So if I may digress for a moment, let me say that if someone dressed as a feral hog – we’ll call him Feral Hog Man for the purposes of this column – then yes, I would be scared of them. (Note to self: as soon as I’m done here call DC and Marvel and pitch a character that has shapeshifted into a feral hog due to a curse or bite administered by late country singer/sausage maven Jimmy Dean).

Anyway, Batman costumes were more difficult for bespectacled kids like me, at least when it came to the cowl. I couldn’t wear them over or under the hard, plastic, traditional Halloween masks, and wearing them under cloth Batman masks made me resemble a large bug.

One year my mom convinced me to just place my glasses over the homemade cowl she had fashioned from an old dress.

“Oh, Scotty,” she said, “No one will even notice.”

First house I went to an old man answered the door and said, “You supposed to be Batman? I didn’t know Batman wore glasses.”

What an ass. I mean, Batman watched his parents killed right in front of him in an alley behind a theater, and all that’s going through this codger’s mind is, “Hey Myrtle – get a load of the Caped Crusader wearing horn rims!” Maybe – just maybe – the Dark Knight’s retinas were damaged during a fight with Mr. Freeze, forcing him to follow optometrist’s orders. I really wanted to tell that geezer off, but he gave me two Snickers bars so I let it go.

Finally, when I became obsessed with tackle football, I decided to Trick-or-Treat while rocking the uniform of my favorite player, Joe Namath. In retrospect, this was probably my most authentic recreation.

Christmas of 1970 I got a New York Jets/Joe Namath Rawlings uniform, complete with helmet, jersey, pants and shoulder pads. It was absolutely glorious. The packaging said the helmet was “not suitable for competition,” but when it came to competing for the best Halloween costume, it suited me just fine.

If Joe Namath and I had been standing side-by-side, it would’ve been hard to tell us apart – except for the age, height and muscle differences. And the great thing is, no one would even see that I was wearing glasses because I’d have my helmet on.

So while my friends were dressed like cowboys, lumberjacks and dental hygienists, I was repping No. 12 and snagging copious amounts of candy.

After being told by several snack-givers I looked just like Namath, I finally reached a house occupied by a teenager who I believe was babysitting. She looked me up and down and said, “Hey little boy, I don’t think Joe Namath wears glasses.”

And I thought, “How do you know? Maybe Joe Willie’s been hit so many times by Ben Davidson he suffers from blurred vision. Or maybe since by the end of his injury-plagued 1970 season the coaching staff was concerned that his career interception total was 116 against just 102 touchdown passes, and Weeb Ewbank decided to buy him a pair to better spot Don Maynard and George Sauer. Or maybe he just likes how cerebral they make him look. You’re not omniscient.”

This Tiger Beat-reading, Bobby Sherman-lusting teen had absolutely no clue about Joe Namath’s optical history, and I was this close to giving her a piece of my mind when she stuck a big bowl full of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups in my face and told me to grab a handful. At that point I realized she was both kind and beautiful, and I was in love.

Ah, what great memories those were. Even years later when late October rolls around, I’ll occasionally think about dressing up as a werewolf, Batman or Joe Namath. Sometimes I daydream about combining the three, where Joe Namath is secretly Batman but also shapeshifts into a wolf due to a curse or bite. Of course I’d still have to deal with the glasses situation, and being ridiculed by the person handing out candy. Then again, if a 60-year-old man dressed as Joe WereBat came to the door holding a pumpkin bucket, eyewear would probably be the least of their concerns.

Four teams in search of a league

On this 46^th anniversary of the World Football League’s demise, I could mark the occasion by regaling you with tales you’ve probably already heard or read before. That might be cathartic for me, but it wouldn’t provide you with any new information.

We’ve already been there, done that and got the Birmingham Vulcans T-shirt.

But while doing some research on the WFL’s October 22, 1975, expiration date I did stumble upon some information I always seem to forget; four franchises considered playing on in a new league in 1976.

Yep, turns out officials associated with the San Antonio Wings spearheaded informal talks with reps from the Charlotte Hornets, Jacksonville Express and Shreveport Steamer about keeping the franchises afloat in a WFL spinoff that would utilize a public ownership/non-profit franchise model.

“Right now it’s going to be very hard to get anybody interested in it,” Ralph Rich, one of the main investors in the Wings, told the Associated Press. “The shock’s still there. Right now we’ve got to regroup. But we’re talking Green Bay, Wisconsin, concept. If a guy’s got $100 in a team, he’s an owner and he’ll be out there at the games.”

Wings governor Norm Bevan said the league folded based on a 6-4 vote by the owners, putting 380 players out of work. San Antonio, Charlotte, Jacksonville and Memphis were in the minority, and Shreveport voted to fold after its proposal for a six-team playoff to start the following weekend was turned down.

Bevan said San Antonio had raised $350,000 to continue.

“I’m not sure you won’t see another major league football team in San Antonio next year,” Bevan told AP.

Shreveport coach Marshall Taylor told the Shreveport Journal that, in theory, he liked the concept of a “Southern League.”

“I think it would go over if it had football people running it,” he said. “Businessmen just don’t understand the problems.”

Once the WFL officially went out of business, Birmingham and Memphis immediately applied for NFL franchises while Southern California, Philadelphia, Portland and The Hawaiians grabbed their coats and headed for the exit.

So how close did the four “breakaway” franchises come to staying alive?

Not very. Remember, the 1975 WFL was actually a separate entity from the 1974 original (New League Inc. doing business as the World Football League) and both were unmitigated financial disasters. It’s hard to imagine anyone having an appetite for a third, fragmented incarnation.

And it’s not like any of the four were huge box office successes. Shreveport had the most fan support with an average of 15,070 paying customers per game, followed by San Antonio (13,376), Jacksonville (12,984) and Charlotte (10,924).

I reached out to Upton Bell, who owned the Hornets, and asked him if such an idea ever had any real legs.

“There were talks, but I was more interested in getting Charlotte into the NFL,” said Bell, also a former NFL executive and son of late NFL commissioner Bert Bell. “John Bassett of Memphis was also interested in getting into the NFL. I called Dan Rooney on behalf of Charlotte knowing I would not be the owner if they did take us in. They were looking for a rich guy like Jerry Richardson. I proved that Charlotte was a major league city, unfortunately it wasn’t me (leading the city into the NFL).”

The four cities ultimately resurfaced in the minor league American Football Association, with the San Antonio Charros joining in 1977, the Shreveport Steamer coming aboard in 1978, and the Carolina Chargers and Jacksonville Firebirds becoming AFA members in 1979.

Jacksonville and San Antonio were also part of the United States Football League; San Antonio’s most recent pro football experience was in the Alliance of American Football following a stint in the World League of American Football; and Shreveport’s last significant outdoor team was in the Canadian Football League during the CFL’s “American experiment” in the mid-1990s.

Charlotte and Jacksonville, of course, did make it to football’s biggest league, joining the NFL in 1995 as the Carolina Panthers and Jacksonville Jaguars.

But today, as we again mark the end of the World Football League, I salute those four intrepid franchises that refused to go quietly to the sports graveyard. They never had a chance, but their willingness to take another chance showed moxie.

Mira’s (almost) coaching days

I’ll always have special memories of Georgia Mira.

First and foremost, he was the starting quarterback of Birmingham’s only professional football champion, helping the World Football League’s Americans win the 1974 World Bowl.

A year later he was a thorn in Birmingham’s side, guiding the Jacksonville Express to a pair of victories over the Vulcans – handing Birmingham two of its three losses before the rebooted league folded.

I even had the chance to interview him on the 30^th anniversary of the WFL’s first season, a discussion that made it difficult to stifle the fan boy in me.

Yet while I knew Mira was a standout quarterback at the University of Miami, played in both the WFL and CFL, and had stints with four different NFL teams, what I didn’t know was that he was head coach of the South Florida Heat – a franchise in the International Football League that later aspired to be a United States Football League franchise but, in fact, never played a game at all.

I found all this out quite by accident when I was doing research for a recent story about a possible merger between the IFL and American Football Association. That never happened because the IFL never happened, although in 1983 it appeared to be taking shape when Fort Lauderdale was granted a franchise and in July of that year, tapped Mira as head coach.

The plan was to start with 12 franchises in 1984. Fort Lauderdale, New York, Los Angeles, San Jose, Chicago, Charlotte, Omaha and Houston were supposedly already on board for the first season, with cities such as Honolulu and Milwaukee also being considered for inclusion among the first 12.

In 1985 the IFL vowed to add four teams in Japan and four in Australia.

“I’ve thought about coaching for a few years,” Mira told United Press International. “I want to see if I can do it. The league has some real stable people behind it. They’re legitimate people, and they’re going out to get a successful franchise in Fort Lauderdale.”

Mira had been out of football for six years, and was doing some broadcasting and owned several pizza restaurants. But this was hardly going to be a side gig for the man called “The Matador.”

“This is an opportunity I’ve been waiting for for a long time,” he said in an interview with the Fort Lauderdale News. “Whatever it takes to create an exciting and winning team, George Mira will do it. The first player I’ll go after is a good quarterback. I’m an open-minded offensive individual. We want a player who can stay in the pocket and get out of the pocket and throw the ball around. I’d like a kid who’s maybe been around three or four years that has had experience but maybe has just sat on the bench.

“We also want to pick up as many Florida boys as we can. With all these individuals, we’ll have a good following with their families and friends of their families. This will create interest.”

The IFL in one form or another had attempted to launch since the dawn of the 1980s, but the late summer 1983 announcement seemed like especially poor timing. Not only had the United States Football League – with ABC and ESPN TV contracts – established itself as a major spring league, it had been successful enough to expand by six teams for the 1984 season. Even though the IFL had yet to even fully form, Mira was already thinking about a potential merger.

“I think there’s room for two 30-team leagues, one in the fall and one in the spring,” Mira said. “But that’s probably down the road some.”

In the meantime, Mira hoped to build the Heat into an IFL contender.

“You’ve got to remember there’s a heck of a lot of good football players out there,” he said. “I used to be around … I played professional ball for 13 years, and you get to see how much talent there is out there. It just takes time to mature the talent. The only way that talent is going to mature, though, is for it to play every day.”

In September the Heat made a bit of a splash by signing former Minnesota Vikings great Chuck Foreman, and by October Mira had already brought in former Florida State quarterback Rick Stockstill and told the Miami Herald he was hoping to also sign Mark Richt, a product of the Miami Hurricanes.

By the end of the year, however, the IFL was stuck on the launching pad and team owner William Markham decided to abandon the circuit completely in hopes of landing a USFL franchise.

Mira agreed to stay on board and the push began when the Heat sponsored a USFL exhibition game between the Tampa Bay Bandits and Washington Federals on February 4, 1984, at tiny Lockhart Stadium in Fort Lauderdale.

“I’m sure the USFL people are looking at what kind of interest the game generates, whether we’re for real, check out our facilities,” Mira said. “We’d like to get a sellout to show them people here want to USFL.”

The game drew 17,225 fans to the 19,700-seat venue and both Markham and Mira thought the event was a good indicator that the area would support a USFL franchise.

“They were interested in us but we were a little too late,” Mira said. “They couldn’t take us in this year. Hopefully, they’ll take us next year. The USFL has been in existence a year and I thought they did a pretty good job. It can only get stronger and better.”

Unfortunately for Mira and everyone else associated with the franchise, the only Heat that ever came to South Florida was through the National Basketball Association.

Lockhart Stadium was deemed too small for the USFL and the league ultimately awarded Miami a franchise via relocation of the Washington Federals, even hiring Howard Schnellenberger as head coach. But when the spring league voted to move to a fall slate in 1986, team owner Woody Weiser nixed the deal and the team wound up in Orlando.

The IFL and the South Florida Heat were no more, and Mira was never able to find out just what kind of success he’d have had as a professional football coach. Regardless, he’ll always be a winner to me – and a champion, at that.