Thinking outside the box

Whenever a new alternative football league comes along, I like to offer the founders unsolicited advice on rule innovations. We all know what to expect in NFL and NCAA games, and as a Canadian Football League fan I’m familiar with its unique style of play as well.

But in order to stand out – especially as an upstart – I think you have to go bold and be very, very different.

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The United Football League has some nice tweaks with its tiered conversions and overtime procedure, but I want to color even further outside the lines.

So, I wondered … if I formed a football league (and for the purposes of this column I’ll call it the Global Gridiron Federation because I couldn’t think of anything cool), how would I shake things up?

Well, I’d borrow rules from other circuits and make up a few of my own so crazy they’d be subject to ridicule. But that’s OK, because sometimes I like being ridiculous.

To set the tone for my extreme football makeover, I’d eliminate the punt option once a team reaches its own 40 yard line. In other words, if an offense has fourth-and-11 at its own 41, it has to go for it on fourth down and hope it makes at least 12 yards on the next play or turn the ball over.

Speaking of punts, there would be no fair catches. The CFL rule would be used, meaning returners would be given a five-yard cushion to field the kick.

Sticking with the CFL rulebook again, all backs would be allowed in motion toward the line of scrimmage. This would unleash offenses and create major headaches for defensive coordinators, but it’s my league and I like scoring, so they’d just have to deal with it.

Moving on to kickoffs, I’d duplicate what the UFL did in 2024. The ball is kicked off from the 20 and the return team must have a minimum of eight players (maximum of nine) line up in a box within 10 yards of the ball placement at kickoff until the kick is away. This results in players on the receiving team running in the same direction as those on the coverage team and, thus, increases player safety.

Not extreme enough for you?

Hang on to your chinstraps.

Quarters would be 12 minutes long – the standard length used in high school football. I decided on this rule because as I get older my attention span gets shorter. Throw in a 10-minute halftime, and games should be done in a little over two hours.

Another dramatic change involves the end zones and goalposts. NFL and American college football end zones are 10 yards deep while they’re double that length in the CFL. My league would split the difference, making them 15 yards deep BUT with goalposts located at the back.

Not only that, the goalposts would have a circular target in the middle of the uprights, 17.5 feet above the crossbar. If the target (six feet in diameter) is hit on a field goal, it’s worth four points. If the kicker nails it on the PAT, it’s good for two points.

By the way, the scrimmage line for extra points would be the 10-yard line, which would also be the spot for a three-point conversion (via run or pass). The two-point conversion is taken care of thanks to the goalpost target.

For point value of touchdowns, I travel back to the 1974-75 World Football League in which paydirt strikes were worth seven points. So, if a team has a dead-eye kicker, a touchdown plus a PAT could be worth nine points.

If a game is tied at the end of regulation, overtime would be modeled after the National High School Federation. Teams alternate possessions 10 yards from the goal line until one has more points. (The target between the uprights could play a big role in determining a winner).

But here is my favorite innovation of all, one that gives me a tingly feeling in my nether regions just thinking about it: If a defense recovers a fumble or snags an interception, it’s awarded a single point. Better yet, this rule means a defensive player has a chance to score an eight-point TD on a pick six or scoop and score.

You always hear about turnovers being costly. In the GGF, they’d cost the team that turns the ball over at least a point.

Weird stuff, huh?

Obviously, a couple of these rules aren’t practical. Increasing the length of the field would be a problem (remember the wonky end zones during the CFL in America experiment?) and bringing in a welder to solder a target onto uprights is a big ask.

Still, if I formed an alt-football league, I’d be all-in on the gimmicks. I mean, if you’re gonna go to the trouble of coming up with this nonsense, you might as well let your imagination run wild.

The encounter

Freddy Stanhope – drunk off his ass – wasn’t sure where things went wrong as he stumbled down the side street toward his house.

The bulk of his adult life involved having long, depressing conversations with other drunks at the Will O’ The Wisp bar, a watering hole conveniently located just two blocks from where he lived.

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Oh, he had one primary drinking “buddy” – a guy named Ashton – but their relationship started at beer bottles and stopped at shot glasses. He didn’t even know Ashton’s last name because friendships among sots are often confined to establishments with liquor licenses.

Plus, he knew nothing about the dude. He might’ve been a serial killer – or worse, a TikTok influencer.

Freddy didn’t even take advantage of living in one of the most beautiful places on earth.

One step into his Duck Springs backyard was like walking into the pages of an Appalachian Mountains brochure, but he had long since forgotten how to appreciate the area’s brilliantly colored falls. His labored strolls in the mountains had become less about marveling at nature’s red, orange, yellow and green palette and more about how much effort it took just to make it through another boring day.

Once he had hoped to marry, build a cabin in the woods, stock it with vodka and canned beans, and simply live a simple, happy life.

But that ship had sailed and sunk.

More likely, considering how many brain cells he’d killed, he’d wind up in “The Home.” It was not appealing to imagine himself as an old man wandering naked in the activity center, asking if anyone knew where Betty White was – and why she stole his fish sticks.

Yet, just as he was bemoaning the quiet desperation that was his uneventful and uninspired life, he found himself standing in front of an alien spacecraft and debating whether or not what he was seeing was real.

In the movies, such intergalactic vehicles were often silver and saucer-shaped. This one, however, more resembled a 1975 AMC Pacer, although the fact that the aquarium-like machine hovered more than 20 feet off the ground and emitted a hazy, orange glow suggested it was not a product of Kenosha automakers.

One thing it did have in common with cinematic close encounters, though, was the blinding white beam of light that shined from the bottom of the ship and formed a perfect circle on the ground. Freddy assumed if he walked into it, he’d be taken aboard.

Truthfully, that sounded like fun – and a great story to tell Ashton during the next “Free Hot Wings Til You Spew” Happy Hour at Will O’ The Wisp.

So, he staggered into the light and raised his arms toward the heavens.

“OK, boys,” he slurred, “take me to your leader or supervisor or head honcho or whoever runs the show up there. No need to do one of those anal probes, though. I had a colonoscopy a couple of weeks ago and they found some polyps. Trust me … you don’t wanna go there.”

The light was too bright to look at, so Freddy closed his eyes and waited. He could hear a hum coming from the craft and it gradually grew louder. Although intoxicated, he had sat through enough sci-fi films to know that this had to be the sound of a tractor beam that was pulling him aboard.

He wondered what the aliens looked like. Perhaps they’d be the standard little gray creatures with the weird heads and big, black eyes. They’d make hand gestures toward him, much like the beings in Close Encounters of the Third Kind. Or maybe – just maybe – these were E.T. aliens. If so, Freddy would extend his finger and hope the alien would touch it with a glowing finger of his own.

The moment would be perfect if Neil Diamond’s Heartlight started playing over the spaceship’s sound system, but he didn’t want to over expect.

However, time seemed to drag on and Freddy was going nowhere. And then, the beam of light shifted approximately 10 feet away from him.

Freddy opened his eyes and wondered if they had done some sort of experiment on him without his knowledge. Perhaps there had been a time jump, and once he made it to his house, a week will have passed.

“Hey,” he yelled. “Did you guys do something to me? My butt feels normal. I do need to pee, but then again, I have had quite a bit to drink. Can you communicate with me? Can you read my mind?”

The beam of light disappeared and Freddy noticed that the hum had stopped. Still, the glow of the UFO Pacer remained.

He felt something touch his right shoulder and as he whipped around, he was face-to-face with the alien. It looked nothing like any “Martian” he had seen on the big or small screen. It was more mannequin-like, roughly six feet tall and translucent. There were no eyes, ears or mouth visible on its perfectly round head, and its arms and legs were sans hands or feet – like a stick figure on a road sign.

“Are you going to hurt me?” Freddy asked, hos voice trembling.

The being spoke in a Transatlantic accent, although from what orifice the words came, Freddy had no clue.

“We have no desire to harm you or anyone else, dude,” it said. “And I’m really sorry we got you involved in this mission. We try to just zip in and zip out undetected so as not to cause any disruption. As you’ve probably figured out, we’re not from here, we don’t belong here, and we don’t want to stay here.”

Freddy had begun to sober up somewhat, and the gravity of the situation was becoming apparent. Whether he had made first contact or not he couldn’t be sure, but he was most definitely in the presence of a  creature from another planet.

“You’re on a mission, but your mission isn’t to hurt anyone,” Freddy said. “So, you aren’t here to take over the world … or take over the planet … or take me as a specimen?”

The alien made a sound that mimicked human laughter.

“No, man,” it said. “Klaatu got shit-faced and lost his fuckin’ keys again. We’re just trying to help him find ‘em.”

UFL eyes expansion

Running back Ricky Person Jr. (23) of the Birmingham Stallions runs the ball against Jeremiah Hendy (29) of the San Antonio Brahmas during the UFL Championship Game at The Dome at America’s Center in St Louis last June. Birmingham won the inaugural UFL title in 2024 after earning back-to-back USFL crowns. /Photo by Dilip Vishwanat/UFL/Getty Images

The United Football League will return for its second season in March of 2025, marking modern professional spring football’s fourth consecutive year of operation. And earlier this week, it announced plans to grow.

On Monday, the UFL began accepting proposals from cities interested in being part of the league, which was born of a merger of the USFL and XFL. The organization currently has eight clubs – the Arlington Renegades, Birmingham Stallions, D.C. Defenders, Houston Roughnecks, Memphis Showboats, Michigan Panthers, San Antonio Brahmas and St. Louis Battlehawks.

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They’ll all live and train in Arlington again next spring while playing games in their respective markets.

“As the UFL lays the groundwork for future growth, we’re excited to begin exploring new markets for expansion, where spring football can not only live, but thrive,” UFL President and CEO Russ Brandon said in a statement. “These expansion efforts validate our vision and early success, demonstrating how spring football resonates with fans and reinforcing our commitment to broadening its reach.

“With the strength and structure of our ownership group, along with our media partners, we are well-positioned for the long haul and look forward to identifying communities that have the potential, and desire, to host a UFL team.”

According to the release, the UFL is “looking at several core attributes when selecting its new cities, including fan interest and existing sports culture, geography and population and venue and infrastructure availability.”

The UFL had solid television ratings in 2024, exceeding those of the 2023 USFL and XFL by more than 30 percent. And the quality of play was good enough to see 60 percent of its players get NFL workouts, 78 earn training camp invites and 21 make the 53-man roster on opening day.

As an unofficial farm system of the NFL, the UFL is making its mark.

However, attendance issues are hindering its goal to be a sustainable “major” minor league.

The Battlehawks were far and away the box office champions of the UFL’s inaugural season, drawing 171,825 fans over five games for a 34,365 per game average. After that, however, there was a steep drop-off.

DC was second best with 14,143 fans per game, followed by San Antonio (11,888), Birmingham (10,255), Arlington (9,887), Michigan (8,134), Houston (7,056) and Memphis (6,893).

So even without expansion, the league has some work to do when it comes putting butts in the seats.

And that begs the question … what is a “good” average crowd for this kind of league? When considering that, it’s best to take St. Louis out of the conversation. This is an NFL town without an NFL team, and fans there are making sure the next owner with wandering eyes looks toward the “Gateway to the West.”

But if you go strictly by average, the UFL stacks up pretty well compared to other second-tier leagues.

In AAA baseball in 2024, the top draw was the Lehigh Valley IronPigs (8,866 per game), while 5,687 fans, on average, showed up for games in the International and Pacific Coast leagues.

In the American Hockey League, the Cleveland Monsters led the way with 10,264 patrons per contest (5,920 was the league average).

The NBA G League welcomed 1,640 customers per night in 2023-24, and the Iowa Wolves boasted the highest average attendance at 4,148.

And United Soccer League Championship contests drew 5,324 per match this season, with Sacramento Republic FC topping all clubs with a 10,101 average.

Still, football is a different animal, and each UFL team has only five regular season home dates (San Antonio will host just four in 2025 due to scheduling conflicts at the Alamodome). Minor league baseball (75), basketball (25), hockey (27) and soccer (17) have many more home dates than the UFL, and reasonable ticket prices would suggest that each team averaging at least 15,000 per game seems reasonable.

So, where to next?

One beef I have with the UFL in its present form is the fact that three of its eight teams are in Texas. When almost half your clubs are in located one state, that gives the entire organization a regional feel.

If the UFL wants to continue to dip into the branding history of the XFL/USFL, Oakland would be a logical expansion choice. Fans in the Bay Area are burned by the loss of the Raiders, so a new  version of the Invaders could be a hit.

And it’s never a bad idea to have the top market in the country – New York – in your league. The New York/New Jersey Hitmen of the original XFL (2001) was second in the league in attendance with 28,309 per game.

Plus, they had a cool logo and blue, black and silver color scheme.

Alt-football insider Mike Mitchell – who has been ahead of the curve on spring football news since the USFL started play in 2022 – reported this week that the plan is to add two teams in 2026 (one for both the XFL and USFL conferences) and two more for 2027.

If that’s the case and I got to pick, I’d add the Hitmen to the XFL Division in 2026 and put the Invaders on the USFL side.

And although San Diego never had a team in any iteration of those leagues, the fact that it lost its NFL franchise would make it highly desirable going forward.

Ultimately – and maybe most importantly – I think the UFL needs to cut the cord on its hybrid-hub model if it ever wants any market to truly embrace it.

I understand the cost-cutting aspect, but teams need to work as well as play in a town if they really want to be considered part of that town.

At any rate, the 2025 UFL season kicks off on March 28, 2025, with a 10-week regular season schedule. That slate will be followed by two conference title games and the UFL Championship Game on June 14.

Here’s hoping the TV ratings continue to be good and more paying customers squeeze through the turnstiles. The United Football League is worth keeping around.