My gridiron utopia

In my perfect football world, the Canadian Football League would be 10 franchises strong (hello, Atlantic Schooners) and all 10 would be financially sound with full stadiums on any given Thursday, Friday, and Saturday in the summer and fall.

The XFL, under the direction of Dany Garcia and Dwayne Johnson (and with the financial muscle of RedBird Capital), would be an innovative circuit willing to play the long game in terms of finding out which markets spring football works in and which markets it doesn’t, ultimately creating a sustainable second tier league.

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And as for a collaboration between the CFL and XFL, it would involve shared resources (a combined global draft, for example) as well as player loans, which are common in international soccer. The CFL would maintain its traditional rules (three downs, 12 players to a side, etc.) while the XFL would develop its own unique style of competition.

(I’m not including the NFL in this fever dream because it’s a league that occupies its own planet with a separate ecosystem). Of course, my perfect football world doesn’t exist – nor does anyone else’s. And what we’re left with is one league (the CFL) with major financial issues and another (the XFL) that has to figure out the best way to spend the money it has in what will be the brand’s third reboot.

I’m not an insider so I have no idea what’s going to happen, but everyone who’s interested has something to say about it. Many of those who are much closer to the situation than me seem to think a merger is imminent, with a “new” league emerging sometime after the CFL completes its 2021 season.

A hybrid circuit would involve some major compromises of rules considering the significant differences between the American and Canadian games.

If I was a younger fan who wasn’t emotionally invested in the CFL, that’d be kind of exciting. Before the pandemic ended XFL 2.0 in 2020, I was completely on board with its rule innovations and thought the quality of play was solid.

It was a vast improvement over the original XFL (2001) by every standard of measure, and laid out a fine template for how to reimagine the game. Throw in some CFL style wrinkles and you’d have a game different enough from the NFL and American college football to possibly create a brand new fan base.

But as someone who has followed the CFL since the 1970s, the thought of it losing its identity depresses me. Beyond that, a full merger means a combined CFL/XFL would either live together or die together.

This is much different than American expansion in the 1990s. When the Lower 48 experiment failed, the United States franchises simply became footnotes to CFL history (except for the Baltimore Stallions, which moved to Montreal and became the “new” Alouettes) while the remaining Canadian-based clubs went about their merry way.

But a CFL/XFL blended league would be a new organization with an infrastructure all its own. And that means traditional CFL teams might play in it, but they’d be playing in something other than the CFL. I’m the first to admit I tend to see the glass as half empty, but when I do I’m reminded by those bullish on this potential football marriage of how much money RedBird Capital has to spend. The company manages $4.5 billion in assets and is involved with the likes of Liverpool FC, the Boston Red Sox and LeBron James through Fenway Sports Group.

By taking on the XFL and trying to meld that league’s new ideas with Canadian tradition, it aims to create a new business model for football.

On the other hand, The Canadian Press reports that the CFL lost between $60 and $80 million last year when the 2020 season was canceled due to the pandemic. That did tremendous damage to the bottom line and it’s hard to tell how much recovery is possible this year. Earlier today the CFL announced a return to play plan that involves a 14-game regular season beginning on August 5 with the Grey Cup set for December 12 in Hamilton. But commissioner Randy Ambrosie cautions that it all hinges on “the state of COVID-19 across the country” and whether or not a significant number of fans are allowed in stadiums.

Ambrosie adds that all clubs are expected to suffer “substantial financial losses” again in 2021, so one can see how a future merger might be born of necessity.

But again, it’s not something I want to see in my perfect (yet nonexistent) football world.

Look, I don’t doubt the combined business and entertainment acumen of Garcia and Johnson, and obviously RedBird Capital has the seed money to make a new kind of league sprout.

But regardless of how much money you have to invest, you want to know that eventually that investment will pay off. And fans of alternative football might not want to hear it, but the next North American-based professional spring football league to last longer than three seasons will be the first.

Barons at 40

If you’ve visited this site more than a few times you know I have a thing for sports history, sports milestones, and personal history vis-à-vis sports milestones.

#OTD is my favorite hashtag, and I’m always looking for a cool sports nugget.

Scott Adamson writes stuff. Follow him on Twitter @adamsonsl

So when I glanced at the calendar and eyed April 14, today’s column was an easy choice. On this date in 1981 the new Birmingham Barons made their Rickwood Field debut a successful one, edging the Jacksonville Suns, 6-5, thanks to a pair of Mike Laga home runs.

The franchise formally known as the Montgomery Rebels moved to Birmingham after 16 seasons in Alabama’s state capital (the original Barons played from 1892-1901 and there was another incarnation before the latest), and the rechristening was a banner day for me.

It was the first minor league baseball game I’d ever attended, and as one of 9,185 fans taking in the Southern League clash, I was part of Rickwood’s largest crowd since 1950.

Built in 1910, the facility was already ancient by then but it still seemed perfect to me. The design, the colors … everything about it felt like the way I thought baseball should feel. It was actually my third trip to Rickwood (I had played a youth football game there in 1971, and in 1975 went to an exhibition game between the Oakland A’s and old Birmingham A’s that was canceled when lightning knocked out a bank of lights) but the first time I’d spent an entire evening as a spectator.

And while my previous relationship with baseball had been mostly casual, being part of a near-capacity crowd and seeing great young players up close was a game-changer for me.

With Birmingham’s two World Football League teams now long gone and the Birmingham Bulls hockey franchise folding in February of 1981, this was my new pro sports focus in the Magic City.

That season I got to meet the team owner – the late, great Art Clarkson – who used to call me up years later during my stint at the Birmingham Post-Herald just to talk about the WFL (he had worked for the Southern California Sun and Memphis Southmen). I also literally ran into Ted Giannoulas (aka The San Diego Chicken, The Famous Chicken and The Chicken) while making a beer run. I shook his hand after the collision and he made it back to the field with his feathers barely ruffled.

During the 1983 season – a year the Barons won 91 contests and claimed the Southern League championship – I attended at least one game during every home stand. Looking back, I think it’s safe to say I’d never been a bigger baseball fan that I was that year, and it was all because of my town’s minor league club.

I have no idea how many Barons games I’ve been to since their return, but I’m guessing I’ve probably watched them play more times than any other Birmingham-based pro sports franchise combined.

I followed them when they moved out of Rickwood and into the fancy new Hoover Metropolitan Stadium in 1988, even though driving to games was much less enjoyable because of the traffic snarls heading into and out of the Birmingham suburb.

The venue had healthy crowds in 1994 when Michael Jordan temporarily traded in his status as a basketball legend for that of a baseball rookie, but the team had a losing record and Jordan batted .202, so it was an unsatisfying year from a results standpoint.

The Barons’ new home at Regions Field opened in 2013, seven years after I’d moved away from Birmingham. I finally got to see the Barons again in 2019 on a trip back home, immediately falling in love with the gorgeous digs and realizing how much I missed rooting for the home team in person.

When I started cheering for the Barons they were affiliates of the Detroit Tigers, and that lasted from 1981 to 1985. Since then, they’ve served as an AA pipeline to the Chicago White Sox.

Those are two clubs I’ve never cheered for (I favor the New York Yankees in the American League and Chicago Cubs in the National), but still have an interest in former Barons.

I guess I always will.

And once I get back to Birmingham – something I hope happens sooner than later – a springtime trip to Regions Field will be a priority. After 40 years, I have a lot invested in the club.

Sea Devils ‘Til I Die

When I last saw the Hamburg Sea Devils, they were defeating the Frankfurt Galaxy, 37-28, in World Bowl XV – which happened to be the final game in NFL Europa/NFL Europe/World League of American Football history back in 2007.

When I see them again, they’ll be competing in the new European League of Football – and I’ll be cheering them every step of the way.

Scott Adamson writes stuff. Follow him on Twitter @adamsonsl

Yep, I am now a die-hard Sea Devils fan, and one day I hope to tell you that I’m a long-time Sea Devils fan.

I can’t tell you that now, though, because I didn’t start rooting for them until Wednesday. That means I’m going on my second day as a fanatical supporter.

How did it happen?

Well, I sent out a tweet directed at all ELF teams and decided the first one to respond would have my loyalty.

Thanks to the club’s social media crew, Hamburg wooed me before any other ELF member and – therefore – is now my favorite team. (The Wroclaw Panthers were second to respond and the Barcelona Dragons took the bronze, so those are my second and third favorite teams, respectively).

As random as it all seems, though, there are a few reasons why my pledge of allegiance to the Sea Devils makes perfect sense.

Being of Scottish ancestry (the name “Scott” and “Adamson” provide solid clues there) I was a fan of the Scottish Claymores during their WLAF/NFLE days. But after a 10-year run the franchise was folded in favor of – that’s right – the Hamburg Sea Devils. Jack Bicknell was the coach of the Claymores during their final season and guided the Sea Devils in their first two, so that provided a natural bridge for me.

But it’s not just the past that has me all hyped up for the Deepwater Demons, but the present.

Ted Daisher is the head coach, and he used to hold that post with the Hartford Colonials of the United Football League. The Colonials were originally the New York Sentinels before relocating, and the Sentinels were my favored team in the UFL.

Not only that, Daisher went on to become defensive coordinator of the Alabama State Hornets, a Football Championship Subdivision school located in Montgomery, Alabama. I grew up in Birmingham, Alabama, and used to stop at the Shoney’s restaurant in Montgomery for an all-you-care-to-eat breakfast buffet on my way to Florida for annual beach vacations.

Of course a beach is located near a sea, and some seas contain anglerfish, which are known as sea devils.

Boom.

And if those aren’t reasons enough for me to become a Hamburglar (that’s what I’m calling myself on game days … I plan to wear a mask, black hat and cape while watching), the club recently signed Xavier Johnson, who played at the University of South Alabama in Mobile.

I have relatives in Mobile, so it’s almost like I have a family member on the Sea Devils’ roster.

OK, I’ve had some fun with this, but I’m not making fun at all. I really am honored that Hamburg sought me out as a fan, and they have my support – all kidding aside.

It doesn’t hurt that they have a great logo – even better, I think, than the cool one they rocked in their first incarnation.

But I’ll be rooting for the league as a whole. I want all eight members to be successful, and I’m happy guys who’ve dreamed of playing for pay but might not get a chance otherwise are getting a chance now.

I’ll be interested to see how many guys I recognize, and how many international players become stars.

Simply put, the European League of Football has my attention and I’m truly looking forward to kickoff.

And the Hamburg Sea Devils?

Stadion Hoheluft is 4,415 miles from my current home in Greenville, South Carolina, so I probably won’t be there to cheer them on in person this summer. But who knows? If you work in the ticket office there and “Hamburglar” calls requesting a general admission seat, it means I’m on my way.