CFL partners with British American Football Association

With the addition of the British American Football Association, the Canadian Football League now has 10 international gridiron partnerships. (photo by The Canadian Press)

As a longtime fan of the Canadian Football League, I’m already a satisfied customer. There’s nothing the circuit needs to do to ensure my continued interest because as long as they play, I’ll follow.

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But I have to give the movers and shakers of the league credit – they aren’t shy about testing unchartered waters.

Last weekend it was announced that the CFL was entering into a partnership with the British American Football Association, bringing the number of its international alliances to 10.

Aside from Great Britain, the CFL is now officially working with football organizations and/or leagues in Austria, Denmark, Finland, France, Germany, Italy, Mexico, Norway and Sweden.

“This new relationship will help introduce Canadian football to a wider audience in the U.K. and allow us to develop all aspects of the British game – not just on the field, but from a business perspective, too,” BAFA Director Bruce Leatherman said. “There is so much we can learn through sharing knowledge and ideas, and we’re also hugely excited to have new opportunities for our coaches to develop and our players to grow and achieve their full potential.

“BAFA is delighted to be working in partnership with the CFL to grow the sport we all love.”

The BAFA oversees all levels of the gridiron game in Great Britain, from tackle to flag, and includes men, women and youth. Currently there are 78 adult teams which are community-based. That “from the ground up” philosophy is based on the business model of traditional association football clubs.

“BAFA brings a lot of energy, passion and knowledge to the movement, with its more than 10,000 male and female members playing for more than 250 university and club teams,” CFL Commissioner Randy Ambrosie said. “We’re thrilled to work with our friends there to improve the game in Canada, Great Britain and around the world.”

Since all these international alliances are still in their infancy, there’s no way to predict what kind of impact they’ll ultimately have.

In theory, Canadian amateur players will have more options if they choose to play on beyond college, and the CFL will have a larger pool of prospects to choose from.

“We are expanding our international footprint, expanding our talent pool, and looking to create new broadcast and streaming markets for our games,” Ambrosie said. “At the same time, we want to contribute to and learn from leagues around the world and provide greater opportunities for Canadian players in other countries. Working together, we can make football even bigger and better everywhere.”

Of course a unique aspect of the CFL is its “Ratio Rule.” An active roster of 46 players has to include 21 Canadians (Nationals) and seven of them must be allotted starting positions.

This season the CFL added a “Global Player” pool which excludes Canadians and Americans. When the 2019 campaign began in June there were 24 global players plucked from a combine held in Mexico and international draft.

Perhaps in the future the global player allotment will be expanded to include more international athletes. And who knows? There could come a time when a skill position player hailing from one of the 10 countries the CFL is working with finds his way into the starting lineup.

What would be cool (although very expensive and, therefore, highly unlikely) would be some sort of international tournament featuring teams from each of the 10 organizations that have hooked up with the CFL.

All-Star squads or club champions from each association/federation could compete in a pool play (five teams per pool, four games guaranteed) format using Canadian rules, giving players a chance to show what they can do in front of CFL scouts and coaches.

Hey, I’d watch it.

I even know what to call it – the World League of Canadian Football.

Hmmm … maybe I’ll give the trademarks branch of the Canadian Intellectual Property Office a call, just in case.

Assigned theater seats are a bad idea

Recently I wrote about “day dating” and mentioned that one of the perks is going to movies in the mornings or afternoons.

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For the most part, you’ll either have the theater to yourselves or be among just a smattering of people who want plenty of elbow room.

However, our last trip to the local Cineplex made me think that perhaps my days of watching movies on the big screen could be coming to a close.

Why?

Assigned seating.

Yep, I had no idea this was a thing (and it wasn’t a thing when we saw “Avengers: Endgame” in April or “Rocketman” last month), but it is now.

We headed to the 9:30 a.m. showing of “Spider-Man: Far From Home,” paid our money, and then were asked to choose our seats.

The ticket-seller pointed to a seating chart that was attached to the glass partition by the transaction window.

“The open seats are in blue,” she said. “Just select whichever two you like.”

Even though I’m eligible for a discount at Denny’s and continually get mail from those killjoys at AARP who want me to feel old, I like to think of myself as young at heart and technologically savvy.

So I decided to press seats 1 and 2 on row O, which is the last row of the theater.

We like the last row because you’re up high and can plop your head back on the wall. You can also see the rest of the movie goers, so it’s easier to mock them.

Anyway, I kept pressing and nothing happened and was finally informed that it was merely a sheet of paper taped to the glass. Me pressing did nothing but provide some pretty prominent fingerprints.

This might’ve embarrassed someone else, but not me. I just told her I was kidding … I knew it was merely paper taped to glass.*

* I wasn’t kidding. I kept waiting for the damn numbers to light up.

Turns out I had to verbally announce my seat selection, so in this game of theater bingo I made my pick and was handed my tickets.

In this instance, it was no big deal.

I think we counted five people in the theater other than us, so even if we’d been seated next to someone who smelled of cigarettes, pickles, Bud Light and damp ass, we could’ve moved to several other desirable locales.

But here’s my worry: Matt Reeves’ “The Batman” premieres on June 25, 2021. That’s a Friday, meaning there will be Thursday night preview showings on June 24.

Obviously I’ll be at one of those (probably the midnight showing) and because he’s Batman, I expect all early screenings to sell out.

So … as soon as tickets go on sale (and they haven’t yet – I checked) I’m going to have to select my back row seats well in advance with no clue who I’ll be sitting next to.

And that’s gonna suck.

For one thing, the back row is the “Flatulence Zone.” I’m admitting nothing here other than to say gas events often take place there.

So if cigarettes, pickles, Bud Light and damp ass guy sits next to me – and recently ate a deviled egg – there’s gonna be a situation.

And even though there are numbers on the tickets you know as well as I do there’ll be some jackass who’ll sit in your seat.

You’ll then have to tell the person they’re in your seat, and things are bound to get uncomfortable.

If it’s a tiny old man – no more than 5-1, 130 and preferably suffering from asthma – I could probably just pick him up and put him in the aisle.

But what if it’s a big kid who could beat me up?

That means I have the option of telling an usher someone is in my seat (and still probably getting beat up) or taking someone else’s seat and continuing the cycle of chaos and potential bloodshed.

Nope, I don’t like this new system at all. Obviously the people who run theaters think it’s a good idea but it just seems to me like it’ll cause more problems than it’s worth.

Regardless, I’m already getting emotionally prepared for June 24, 2021, and dreading who my viewing companions might be.

I do plan on eating plenty of garlic before I go, though.

If I have to deal with cigarettes, pickles, Bud Light and damp ass guy, I want to be able to fight back.

In praise of grassroots soccer

Greenville FC and Chattanooga FC square off at Sirrine Stadium. (Scott Adamson photo)

Supporting local soccer is quite convenient for me considering the local soccer team I support plays just a little over two miles from my house.

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That team is Greenville Football Club, the National Premier Soccer League squad that wrapped up its 2019 regular season on Saturday with a 3-1 victory over Chattanooga FC.

After calling Furman University’s Eugene Stone Soccer Stadium home in their inaugural campaign last year, they moved to venerable Sirrine Stadium this summer.

My latest trip to the historic venue (it’s been around for 83 years and its concrete steps and seating show it) served a couple of purposes.

One, it allowed me to buy a ticket and contribute a few dollars to GVLFC, which is important. Investing in community soccer involves your money as well as your time.

And two, I got to see the club that I “own.”

I joined 3,287 of my closest friends and bought a combined $880,750 worth of equity shares in Chattanooga FC. This club, grounded in a community-based philosophy, is the model for everything right about American soccer – and everything it could be.

I wanted to be a (small) part of it all, even though Friday was the first time I’d ever actually seen them play live.

It was a fun night.

I spent most of it roaming the stadium, taking turns eavesdropping on the respective supporters groups (the Milltown Operatives and Chattahooligans) and enjoying an intense match.

Thing is, had brothers Marco and Richard Carrizales not decided to put an NPSL club in the Upstate of South Carolina, I might still be largely ignorant when it comes to lower division soccer.

Like a lot of other people I know, I’d fallen into the trap of “big box” American soccer, convincing myself that since it had “Major League” in its title it was the only domestic brand of association football I needed to follow.

Oh, over the years I’d kept up with the Atlanta Ruckus/Silverbacks in the A-League, United Soccer Leagues First Division and rebooted North American Soccer League, and cheered for the New York Cosmos when they rose from the soccer grave, but paid no attention to the adult amateur game.

Turns out, though, I had it all backwards. Without strong grassroots soccer, the sport will eventually wither away in this country.

So when I found out the NPSL was coming to town, I started doing research on the league. That led to several other “discoveries,” such as the United Premier Soccer League, Women’s Premier Soccer League and other circuits that often operated (and still operate) far from the spotlight.

GVLC proved to be my gateway club, leading me to find and embrace Asheville City SC and soak in the cool soccer cultures of my two favorite Villes.

From there I learned the story of Chattanooga FC, which led me to start following another community-first club, Detroit FC, and others that are building from the ground up instead of the billionaire down.

It wasn’t long before I concluded the Beautiful Game was still quite attractive even without a $200 million franchise fee.

I’m immersed in the highs and lows and successes and failures of lower division soccer, and now I find myself absorbing all I can about the myriad men’s and women’s teams scattered throughout the country.

Had I stayed in my bubble, I might’ve thought the dormancy (and likely death) of the modern NASL meant my longtime support of the Cosmos was pointless.

But here they are – undefeated in NPSL play, expected to challenge for a title, and then heading to the Founders Cup (a professional offshoot of NPSL) in the fall.

More immediately, though, I’m excited about this weekend’s NPSL playoffs.

Lee Squires’ Greenville squad stands at 5-1-4, wrapped up the second seed in the South Region Southeast Conference Division playoffs behind Chattanooga, and has shown great improvement from 2018’s maiden voyage team.

Asheville City SC and Inter Nashville SC fill out the four-team playoff field in an elimination event that will take place at Finley Stadium in Chattanooga Friday and Saturday.

A couple of years ago, I wouldn’t care a thing about the NPSL postseason. Hell, I wouldn’t even know about it.

Now I do.

It reminds me of a scene in the movie “Damned United” when manager Brian Clough is trying to put assistant Peter Taylor in his place.

Taylor was having none of it.

“Oh, yes, you’re the shop window, I grant you that,” Taylor said. “The razzle and the bloody dazzle. But I’m the goods in the back!”

Thanks to Greenville FC, I’m no longer starstruck by the razzle and the dazzle of franchise soccer. My hometown club helped me realize the goods in the back are just two miles from my house.