The legend of Fritz Pollard

When discussing integration of the National Football League, much is made of pro football’s “reintegration,” when the NFL –in 1946 – opted to end a ban on black players it instituted in 1933.

But years before the circuit decided to incorporate segregation into its business model, Frederick Douglass “Fritz” Pollard was already breaking down barriers.

Scott Adamson writes stuff. Follow him on Bluesky @scottadamson1960.bsky.social

And he never stopped.

Pollard – along with Bobby Marshall – was one of the first two African-American players to earn roster spots in the American Professional Football Association, the forerunner of the NFL.

Pollard was also the first black coach in NFL history, and after his playing/coaching days were done, he became a successful business leader and entertainment manager.

Pollard was inducted into the Pro Football Hall of Fame in 2005.

Charles Follis is believed to be the first African-American professional football player, starring for the Shelby (Ohio) Blues from 1904 to 1911.

And before Pollard, there was also Doc Baker (Akron Indians, 1906-08 and 1911); Henry McDonald (1911-17, Rochester Jeffersons); and Gideon Smith, who suited up one game for the Canton Bulldogs in 1915.

In fact, Marshall played pro ball in Minnesota from 1913-17 and again in 1919, and technically was the first African-American athlete to participate in an APFA game when he suited up for Rock Island on September 26, 1920. Although the contest came against a non-league opponent – the independent St. Paul Ideals – it ultimately counted in the final APFA standings and thus considered an “NFL game.”

Pollard, however, built on the accomplishments of those who came before him and carved out his own legacy.

A 5-9, 165-pound halfback who played for Brown University and helped the team to a 1916 Rose Bowl appearance, he was the first black player to earn Walter Camp All-America Team honors.

After coaching college ball and serving in World War I, he was signed to a pro contract on November 5, 1919. (The Akron Indians were in the process of upgrading from semi-pro to APFA membership, and would change their nickname to the Akron Pros in 1920).

The headline on the front page of the Akron Evening Times on November 6, 1919, read, “Fritz Pollard, Greatest Of Present Day Grid Stars, To Play With Indians Sunday.”

A day later in a preview of the game with the Massillon Tigers, the paper described Pollard this way: “Weighing only 145 pounds, Pollard is the fastest man in moleskins today. He is not only fast, but is a wonder on picking his holes in the line and the greatest open field runner the game has ever known.”

Akron fell to Massillon, 13-6, with Pollard getting the losing team’s lone touchdown. Still, he was considered the star of the game.

“Fritz Pollard, playing for the first time with the Indians, did remarkable work,” according to a piece in The Akron Beacon on November 10. “His efforts were the bright features of the afternoon’s entertainment. In running back punts, he was sensational. While from the backfield position he carried the ball many times for long gains.

“ … Pollard made his gains without any protection whatever. He was either too fast for interference or the formations were loosely ran. Had Pollard been given a cleared way to his end runs he would have likely turned the tide of victory.”

As you might imagine, Pollard had issues to deal with off the field.

“When I got to Akron, the town was filled with thousands of Southerners who had come up to work in the factories during World War I,” Pollard told the Staten Island Advance for an April 11, 1978 story. “They told me I couldn’t even change in the locker room. The guy who owned the club also owned a cigar store. That’s where I changed my clothes. I couldn’t even stay in a decent hotel.”

But thanks to his exploits on the field, Pollard was hard to ignore.

“I went out and beat Canton for them,” Pollard said. “Canton was the big rival – they had Jim Thorpe. By the end of the year, I was in that locker room. The next season, I was coaching the team.”

In 1920 the Pros won the league title with an 8-0-3 record, and Pollard led the charge with 24 points – second in the league. In 1921 he was named co-coach and also managed to score seven touchdowns and amass an APFA-best 42 points.

“Elgie Tobin was listed as the coach, but when I came, they were still using some old plays,” Pollard said in an interview with The New York Times in 1978. “So, I said why don’t we try some of the stuff we had been doing at Brown. The owner, Frank Neid, told everybody if they didn’t want to listen to me, they could leave right then.”

Mixing in playing and coaching, Pollard worked with the Pros as well as the Milwaukee Badgers, Hammond Pros and Providence Steam Roller.

After exiting the NFL in 1926, Pollard formed the Chicago Black Hawks, an all-African American team that played exhibition games against Midwest teams and, during the winter, West Coast clubs.

When he finally hung up his whistle and pads, he did everything from tax consulting to film and music production. He also published the New York Independent News from 1935-42; it was the first black-owned tabloid in the city’s history.

So, while Pollard ultimately left his footprints everywhere, his cleat marks also made an indelible mark.

“When the Pros offered me a contract to play in Akron, there were only a few other blacks in the league. But they paid me $500, because that was my price.

“I know people had no right to judge me by anything but my character, and that’s the way I judged them. Look, the people who made it toughest when I got to Akron were the ones who were sorriest when I finally decided to leave.”

Sparky the Cat

“Alas for those that never sing, but die with all their music in them.”

As a public defender, Dave Pearson thought about Oliver Wendell Holmes more than most people – although no one, really, thought about Oliver Wendell Holmes much anymore. Still, the former Supreme Court justice was Dave’s idol, and that quote was one that stuck with the hard-luck lawyer.

Scott Adamson writes stuff. Follow him on Bluesky @scottadamson1960.bsky.social

As Dave grew older his world grew darker, and he feared there would come a day when he simply couldn’t claw his way back to the light … couldn’t find the music.

Sometimes, it seemed like that day was dangerously close.

Dave suffered from depression, and likened it to a pack of demons that had taken up permanent residence in his head.

As a kid and young adult, he was able to beat them back with a broom – buoyed, perhaps, by the optimism that sometimes comes with youth.

But now those bastards were kicking him in the groin day in and day out.

Often the feeling of hopelessness and helplessness were so deep and profound he’d just lock himself in the bathroom, pretending he’d stowed away in an escape pod hurtling toward the sun. Eventually he’d snap out of his funk, but not without a new scar.

He’d never sought therapy because he wasn’t much on one-on-one confessions, couldn’t really explain what he was feeling, and didn’t think anyone could help, anyway.

And why take pills for depression when he could self-medicate? Beer and liquor were readily available over the counter. Hell, you could even have it delivered to your door.

And he did. Often.

He wasn’t out of bed yet on this particular morning when he started thinking about how soon after work he’d begin throwing back cocktails.

“Pity, party of one,” he’d say, pouring himself another drink.

But before the darkness of his thoughts could consume him, Sparky hopped on the bed.

Dave had no idea how old the orange cat was, only that it showed up at his garden home door late one night, meowing frantically. He leaned down to pet him and got a small shock due to static electricity, hence the name “Sparky.”

He assumed he must belong to a neighbor, but no one claimed him – maybe because he had runny eyes and a bald spot just above his left eye. Soon, however, Dave was inviting him inside, and within a week he’d purchased a litter box and cat food.

Now, the cat was his – or maybe he was the cat’s. Either way, they had each other.

After taking a long stretch, Sparky looked at Dave intently, crawled on his chest and started making biscuits.

“Buddy, that hurts a little,” he said as the cat’s claws kneaded rhythmically and furiously. “You’re gonna draw blood.”

Sparky looked at Dave, and it was though the kitty understood. He stopped pressing, laid down, and nuzzled his head on Dave’s neck.

“You’re a sweet little guy, aren’t you? Lemme get up and check your food bowl.”

Dave hoisted himself on the side of the bed, slipped on his Crocs, and shuffled toward the kitchen. Sparky – high-tailed and purring – followed close behind.

The cat’s bowl had plenty of food in it but Dave nevertheless topped it off, and Sparky quickly went to work on the fresh kibble. Dave flipped the switch on his coffee maker, looked at Sparky and smiled.

Funny how simply staring at a cat was a day brightener. And knowing Sparky depended on him made him feel less alone – made the world seem a bit more tolerable.

The demons weren’t gone, of course, but they weren’t overwhelming, either. They’d be back in full force, but not today – not right now.

And that was good enough for a cold Wednesday.

Dave walked over to Sparky, gently scratched his cheek, and started singing the silly song he’d made up about the feline:

An old orange cat came up to my door

Gave him some food but he still wanted more

Now he lives with a lonely old fool

But we’re best friends, and that’s kinda cool.

Dave shook his head and chuckled at the ridiculousness of it all.

And it made him happy that he was in tune with Oliver Wendell Holmes – at least for the time being.

D3 standout gets his shot

I’ve made no secret of the fact that Luis Perez is my favorite non-NFL player. It’s not just his spring football pedigree – the Birmingham Iron (Alliance of American Football), Jousters (The Spring League), Los Angeles Wildcats and New York Guardians (XFL 2.0), New Jersey Generals (modern USFL), Vegas Vipers (XFL 3.0) and Arlington Renegades (XFL 3.0 and United Football League) – it’s his college journey.

The guy didn’t come to pro ball from a blue blood program, but rather community college (Southwestern) and Division II (East Texas A&M University).

Scott Adamson writes stuff. Follow him on Bluesky @scottadamson1960.bsky.social

He recently announced he was returning to Arlington for the UFL’s second season, which is a good reason for alt-football fans to keep an eye on Bob Stoops’ team. But now the Renegades have given me another guy to root for: Luke Lehnen of North Central College.

Maybe you haven’t heard of Lehnen or his school.

That’s understandable.

Lehnen didn’t spend his playing days shining under the national spotlight, because North Central College is Division III. That classification is about as far as you can get from big budget, major college football.

So, there was no scholarship to lure him to the Cardinals, or the promise of a multimillion dollar NIL deal. What there was, though, was an opportunity and man, did he ever take advantage of it.

The two-time Gagliardi Trophy winner (the top award for D3 players) played every game the last four seasons for North Central College. He completed 178 of 257 passes for 2,960 yards and 39 touchdowns and ran for 924 yards and a career-high 14 rushing touchdowns this year in leading his team to a 15-0 record and D3 championship.

In a 41-25 win over Mount Union in the tile tilt on January 5, he accounted for five touchdowns and finished his college career with a 57-2 record.

He owns the NCAA record (all-divisions) for touchdowns responsible for (208) and is the only player in collegiate history with at least 50 rushing touchdowns (50) to go with at least 100 passing touchdowns (158). 

The Renegades signed him on Thursday.

“We are excited to bring in a player like Luke and provide him an opportunity to showcase his skills,” Renegades general manager Rick Mueller said in a statement released by the club. “The talent he brings will capitalize on the experienced roster we have. We look forward to working with him this upcoming season.”

In 2023, he led the nation in completion percentage and touchdown passes, setting records for passing efficiency (263.2), yards per pass (14.7), yards per completion (20.0) and percentage of passes completed for touchdowns (20.7). 

A native of Chatham, Illinois, Lehnen has thrown at least one TD pass in a record 58 consecutive games, and owns the Division III mark for career total offensive yards (15,632).

His 162 touchdown tosses ties him with John Matocha (Division II Colorado School of Mines) for most in the annals of the college game.

While the UFL is designed to help players either get their first shot at the NFL or another chance at a roster spot, it’s also about opportunity. Most of these guys aren’t gonna stick in the biggest league of all, but they can still make a living playing professional football.

In the case of the 6-1 202-pound Lehnen, I doubt that was a realistic goal when he first suited up for the Cards. There is an old NCAA commercial featuring student-athletes who proclaim, “Almost all of us will be going pro in something other than sports.”

That’s especially true for those coming out of the D3 pool.

And considering Lehnen was a finalist for the William V. Campbell Award – college football’s highest academic award – he obviously has the brains to take him far in life.

Still, how cool is it for him to be able to pay for play?

It reminds me of what Birmingham Stallions coach Skip Holtz said before the USFL initiated the new era of spring football back in 2022.

“Every meeting, we have a player stand up and talk about his ‘Why,’” he said. “Why are they playing the game? What’s their passion? What’s their motivation? What drives them to do what they’re doing right now? And the whys are incredible. When you listen to why these young men are here and what they’ve had to overcome to be here and what they want to accomplish being in this league, it’s been really rewarding.

“Every player under that helmet has a story. Everybody’s overcome adversity to get here and everybody has dreams and visions of where they want to go. This is another opportunity to keep those hopes and dreams alive.”

Now, Lehnen is getting such an opportunity.

Obviously, this is hardly a done deal.

The UFL keeps three quarterbacks and only two are on the game day active roster. With Perez returning – and a lot of NFL near-miss signal callers looking for work – Lehnen has a steep climb ahead.

However, a D3 product getting a chance to make that climb is quite an honor.

The Renegades are providing the harness and rope. The rest is up to him.