A world of wonder

Playing the “What if?” game is pointless, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be fun. And when applied to sports, it often opens up a whole new conversation.

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When I wrote The Home Team: My Bromance With Off-Brand Football, I came across some great information that went unused because it didn’t really fit into the book. One tidbit concerned the first few months of the World Football League, which coincided with a National Football League strike that lasted just over five weeks.

And that got me thinking … what if the NFL work stoppage had wiped out or diluted its 1974 season? Would that have given the upstarts the opening they needed to establish themselves as a legitimate threat to the pro football establishment?

The strike began on July 1, 1974, which was just nine days before the start of the WFL’s inaugural season. Picketing began on July 3 at the San Diego Chargers’ training camp (they were the first of the 26 NFL teams to open workouts) and demands included elimination of the reserve clause, waiver system and “Rozelle Rule,” which allowed NFL commissioner Pete Rozelle to order compensation for a franchise if one of its players played out his option and signed with another team.

Meanwhile, everything was all rainbows and unicorns for the 12-team WFL – at least as far as the general public knew. The Southern California Sun, New York Stars, Philadelphia Bell, Chicago Fire, Detroit Wheels and Houston Texans gave it a presence in major media markets, while the Portland Storm, Birmingham Americans, Jacksonville Sharks, Memphis Southmen and Florida Blazers were franchises designed to tap into new pro football hotbeds. The Hawaiians, based in Honolulu, rounded out the flagship clubs and provided an exotic touch to the WFL.

It had already rocked the sports establishment by signing NFL standouts such as Larry Csonka, Calvin Hill, Jim Kiick, Paul Warfield and Ted Kwalick for 1975 and Ken Stabler for 1976. In fact, nearly 70 NFL players had either  jumped or were set to make the switch by 1976.

The WFL played four weeks of its regular season schedule while the strike was under way, and the NFL’s preseason games were contested by rookies and non-striking veterans in front of small crowds.

Perhaps owners would’ve fielded “scab” teams during a lengthy strike, but it’s quite possible the NFL season would’ve been wiped out had both sides dug in their heels. With the 26 traditional franchises sitting idle, the new league would be the only domestic pro game in action and would’ve almost certainly benefited at the box office. Plus, the future WFL players could’ve claimed they were being locked out by NFL owners and free to sign with the competition right away.

In that scenario, it would’ve also been interesting to see if the WFL could’ve managed to wrangle some kind of temporary network TV deal (with the resulting infusion of cash) during the NFL work stoppage.

The syndicated TVS network televised a game of the week each Thursday, and most teams had local market coverage for road games. That offered some national exposure, but was hardly a financial boon compared to a major network contract. In fact, the TVS deal was worth only $1.5 million to the league.

The NFL, on the other hand, was set to start a four-year, $400 million contract with NBC, CBS and ABC in 1974. But with no games to televise, might one of the “Big 3” been tempted to get the WFL to move games to Sunday and/or Monday and fill their gridiron void?

As a longtime fanboy of the World Football League, I’ve often wondered about that alternate reality and how it might’ve changed the pro football landscape. But while an NFL strike would’ve certainly put the WFL in a much bigger spotlight, the newbies were headed for self-destruction from the outset.

Built on a financial house of cards, many WFL owners spent money they didn’t have and hundreds of players went months without a paycheck. Stability problems existed long before play began on July 10, and hindsight points to a league that went to market when it was nowhere near ready for prime time.

Despite the fact that most issues remained unsettled, the NFL’s striking players went back to work on August 10 and by the end of the season the labor strife was mostly forgotten by fans. The WFL, on the other hand, limped to the end of the 1974 campaign. Along the way two of its franchises folded, two more changed cities, and the entire league went under only to be reformed in 1975 as New League Inc. (doing business as the WFL). The rebooted circuit went out of business for good on October 22, 1975.

And although people like me are always happy to discuss the “What ifs?” of the renegade league, ultimately it proved to be more of a short-lived inconvenience to the old guard rather than a major threat.

Remembering the RFL

Alternative football leagues all share three common traits. Namely, when a new circuit is formed its officials will tell you:

  1. They’ve learned from the mistakes of past leagues.
  2. They promise to be fiscally responsible.
  3. They’ll curb the insatiable appetite fans have for more football.
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It all sounds good, but to date there have been no happy endings.

Many upstarts have come before and after it, but today I salute the long forgotten Regional Football League, which was founded in 1997 on the three principles listed above.  It didn’t take the field until 1999, was forced to play a shortened season due to money woes, and now exists only as a footnote to football history.

But like so many other outdoor circuits whose acronym is not “NFL,” it was an idea better in theory than practice.

Founded by Gus Bell, a former college football player who went on to help pair players with agents, the RFL billed itself as the “Major League of Spring Football.” When it was announced in 1997 the plan was to put eight teams on the field in 1998. The 14-game regular season would start in March and the title game would be played during the Fourth of July weekend. Bell hoped for crowds in the 15,000 to 20,000 range.

While there were no significant rule gimmicks, the RFL took a page from the old United States Football League in that teams would have regional rights to on-field talent.

In fact, of the 37 players on each franchise’s active roster, 32 were required to have regional ties.

Shreveport was announced as the league’s first franchise and made a splash by hiring former Texas and Purdue head coach Fred Akers.

“I love coaching and I think this will be a lot of fun,” Akers told the Austin American Statesman for a September 5, 1997, story. “I think there is plenty of room out there for the league. There are a lot of athletes who can play. I think we’ll get a mixture of former NFL guys, some guys who were cut. I’m sure we’ll draw from the (World League of American Football) and Canada. Anyone we sign we’ll have for two years.

“We want to restore professional football as a family event.”

The league failed to launch in 1998 but did organize late that year with six members. In December it was announced that the franchises would be located in Shreveport (Knights), Mobile (Admirals) New Orleans (Thunder), Jackson (Mississippi Pride), Houston (Outlaws) and Toledo (Ohio Cannon). Dallas, Winston-Salem, Orlando and Monterey, Mexico, were originally eyed for expansion but later the wish list was amended to Buffalo, San Jose, Orlando and Winston-Salem.

There was a salary cap of $1.5 million per team and the RFL wasn’t shy about chasing after recognizable names. The pay scale in 1999 was reportedly between $20,000 and $60,000 per man with $200,000 available for a “franchise” player.

A draft was held with Shreveport making Jake Delhomme of Louisiana-Lafayette its top draft choice and Ohio taking Major Harris, a former West Virginia star who had spent the three previous years playing in the Arena Football League. Mobile selected Thad Busby, an ex-Florida State QB who was on the San Francisco 49ers practice squad in 1998. The Admirals also inked a deal with former Miami Hurricanes signal caller Frank Costa, a two-year veteran of the London Monarchs of the WLAF (rebranded as NFL Europe in 1998).

The majority of the RFL players were former college stars and more than a few had regular season NFL experience, including Mobile’s Sherman Williams. After starring at Alabama, the running back went on to play for the Dallas Cowboys.

“The quality of football in this league is good,” Williams told the Montgomery Advertiser for a 1999 story. “I’ve been in the NFL and it’s not the NFL, but it’s better than the college game. There are a lot of guys like me. We’re all working toward the same goal.”

However, after starting its season in April the wheels of the RFL came off quickly. Mobile averaged 10,000 paying customers per game early on but other teams drew 2,000 or less, and soon there were payroll issues across the board. By May, four of the six teams were under new ownership and fans had all but abandoned it.

With no TV contract there was no alternative revenue stream, and a planned 14-game regular season was cut to nine.

Once the postseason began the Toledo entry threatened to forfeit its game at Mobile due to lack of pay, although the Cannon did eventually take the field (and lose).

Finally on June 20, 1999, the 7-2 Admirals hosted the 7-2 Outlaws in RFL Bowl I (and only) at Ladd-Peebles Stadium. A sparse crowd of 5,571 showed up to see the home team prevail, 14-12. Mobile was the league champion, but the league was dead once the teams left the field that night.

So what’s the legacy of the RFL?

Same as most of its predecessors.

It gave good football players (and coaches) another avenue to ply their trade, but there was never an infrastructure in place to make it sustainable.

The RFL was a second chance league that, unfortunately, never had a realistic chance at success.

Supersized NFL bummed me out

For a young kid who was in love with pro football, 1970 should’ve been my favorite year.

Scott Adamson writes stuff. Follow him on Twitter @adamsonsl and Instagram @adamsons60

With the merger of the National Football League and the American Football League official, the NFL was now a one-stop shop for the ultimate in gridiron competition. Twenty-six teams, two conferences – shoot, ABC was even going to start televising games every Monday evening throughout the season.

I could stay up late on a school night and watch football, and that was a pretty dang big deal.

Instead, while other nine-year-olds were thinking about Lassie saving some idiot kid from quicksand or the Brady Bunch playing in their AstroTurfed backyard, I was mourning the death of the two-point conversion.

See, I was an AFL guy. Considering my age I was probably more of an urchin than guy, but the point is “my” pro football league was the junior circuit.

It was wide-open, filled with fascinating characters who played with sandlot sensibilities. There was nothing quite as fun as watching aerial battles at muddy Shea Stadium in New York, muddier Oakland-Alameda County Coliseum in the Bay Area or muddiest War Memorial Stadium in Buffalo.

But because of the merger, the AFL was reined in, cleaned up and stripped of its identity.

The four-man competition committee, which met in the spring of 1970, voted to eliminate the two-point conversion and take a bit of fun and strategy out of the game. In the AFL days, if a team trailed 35-28 and scored with no time left on the clock, it could go for the win.

Going forward and faced with the same scenario in the expanded NFL, it could only hope to settle for a tie.

The committee also voted to use the NFL ball instead of the more pointed AFL ball, the latter designed for passing and one that helped turn guys like Joe Namath, George Blanda, Jack Kemp and Daryle Lamonica into stars.

The only concessions the AFL got was the approval for players to wear names on the backs of their jerseys (whoop-de-do) and official time being kept on the scoreboard (I didn’t care if Dingus the feral groundskeeper kept official time).

And worse – at least from my standpoint – was that the Baltimore Colts, Pittsburgh Steelers and Cleveland Browns joined the 10 former AFL members in the new American Football Conference.

I didn’t so much care about adding the Steelers and Browns, but Super Bowl III was one of my greatest sports memories as the Jets stunned the world (or at least the part of the world that cared about football) with a 16-7 upset of the Colts.

That would never happen again because now the two teams were not only in the same conference, they were in the same division.

It all seemed wrong – like having the friend who lived in your middle class neighborhood suddenly move into a big mansion in a ritzy part of town.

It’s not that I disliked the NFL or anything. Just as the Jets, Namath and Weeb Ewbank were my favorite team, player and coach in the AFL (and all of pro football), the Los Angeles Rams, Roman Gabriel and George Allen had my allegiance in the older league. But I enjoyed the AFL more – much more – and relished the fact that they were separate entities.

Joining forces made the game bigger, but not necessarily better from my standpoint.

Of course it was a business decision that made perfect business sense. No longer would there be bidding wars between leagues and the merger ensured that all the franchises would be sustainable.

But I didn’t care about any of that stuff. I was nine, and my idea of business was trading my G.I. Joe with lifelike hair and beard for your G.I. Joe with kung-fu grip – and adding a dollar to sweeten the deal. I never demanded that football teams open their books and explain their financials.

So the AFL died hard for me 50 years ago when the modern NFL was born. While ultimately it was best for professional football,

I missed the old neighborhood – and all that fun in the mud.