Glorious Rickwood Field

Editor’s note: This story originally ran on April 2, 2022.

When I walked into Rickwood Field on Wednesday to watch the inaugural Rickwood College Classic baseball game between UAB and Birmingham-Southern, it marked the first time I’d been to “America’s Oldest Baseball Park” since June 4, 1998. That was the third year of the Rickwood Classic, an annual throwback game contested between the Birmingham Barons and another Southern League opponent.

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A quick bit of research shows that in this particular clash the Greenville Braves defeated the Barons, 12-8, before 6,873 fans.

That I didn’t remember.

What I do recall is that it was brutally hot that day, made even worse by the fact that I was wearing a heavy, old school New York Yankees baseball jersey (fans were invited to wear “turn back the clock” attire and the Barons had once been a Yankees farm club so, you know, I was trying to dress the part).

The uncomfortable heat, however, was no match for how cool it was to be inside this working museum.

It opened in 1910, so obviously it’s rich in sports history. And since Major League Baseball finally righted a wrong in 2020 and gave the Negro Leagues big league status, Rickwood Field is a major league park thanks to the Birmingham Black Barons (who started playing there in 1920).

That makes it even more exciting to claim the venue as a huge part of my history.

Fun fact: my first trip to Rickwood wasn’t as a spectator, but as a player. A member of the L.M. Smith School Cougars 70-pound football team, I was part of the squad that played a team called the Browns there in September of 1971. It wasn’t the Cleveland Browns, of course – that would’ve been a bloodbath – but rather some kids who wore orange helmets and white jerseys. When you think about it, they probably should’ve been called the Oranges.

Anyway, I was a scrub on that team (it would be a couple of years before I transformed from a scrappy young athlete with limited skills to a scrappy older athlete with limited skills) so my only playing time was on kicking teams. I never made a block or tackle, but I did inhale a lot of dust because our field was lined off on the infield, which had most recently been used by the Birmingham A’s.

And that leads me to my first visit as a spectator – although I didn’t get to actually see a game.

On May 15, 1975, the defending World Series champion Oakland A’s were slated to play their Southern League farm club at Rickwood, which was to be the first time I had ever watched a live game involving a major or minor league team. But lightning knocked out a bank of lights at the stadium, and inclement weather prevented the game from being played.

But, I got second baseman Phil Garner’s autograph, watched Reggie Jackson and Billy Williams take BP, and saw Vida Blue throw some pitches, so it was hardly a wasted trip.

On the drive home I mentioned to my dad how neat it was that I had played on the same field as those guys. When he told me it was also the former home of legends such as Willie Mays and Satchel Paige and had hosted everyone from Babe Ruth to Dizzy Dean, well, I felt downright special.

And why not? You should feel special at a place that’s always been a special place for you.

I saw UAB beat Alabama, 12-2, there on April 29, 1980, which was the first college baseball game I ever attended.

I watched the St. Louis Cardinals beat UAB, 7-2, in an exhibition on April 8, 1981, and was almost hit by Keith Hernandez’s two-run homer while perched in the right field stands. Fortunately, my flaming speed allowed me to run away while the ball banged against the aluminum seating a couple of times before being snatched by a youngster.

I was in the house on April 14, 1981, when the Barons were reborn after relocating from Montgomery; shook hands with the San Diego Chicken, aka Ted Giannoulas, after crashing into him while making a beer run during the Barons’ 1983 championship season; and even hung around for a post-game Beach Boys concert after meeting a young woman at a game, even though I have never at any point in my existence been a fan of the Beach Boys.

It all came back to me during the Classic. I watched it with good friend and BirminghamProSports.com guru Gene Crowley, who does a better job chronicling Magic City sports history than anyone. I even got to reconnect with another old buddy, Joe DeLeonard, who – along with the rest of the members of the Friends of Rickwood organization – helps keep this baseball cathedral up and running.

Gene indulged me as we walked through the facility and I pointed to seating areas I’d occupied and told tales of the good old days.

And the good old days at Rickwood always seemed great to me.

With UAB safely in front (the Blazers won, 10-4, jumping out to a 5-0 lead in the first inning), we wrapped up our visit at the on-site museum and gift shop. I got an up-close look at memorabilia from 42, Soul of the Game, and Cobb, movies which were filmed at Rickwood Field, and eyed some old seats from New York’s Polo Grounds, which were bought in 1964 and reused at the Birmingham stadium.

And even though a T-Shirt is the last thing I need, I snagged one with the Birmingham A’s logo and the phrase: “Rickwood Field 1967-1975.”

I think of it as a memento from the first baseball game I almost saw there.

I would’ve bought one that reads: “Cougars vs. Browns 70-Pound Football Game 1971,” but none were available.

I’m gonna pretend they were sold out of those.

For more information about Rickwood Field, go to rickwood.com.

Law & Order: USFL

In the United States Football League justice system, the people are represented by two separate yet equally important groups: the original USFL, which wants to preserve its legacy, and Fox, which has revived the brand. These are their stories.

DUN-DUN.

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In case you missed it, we got ourselves a bit of legal drama leading into the opening season of a new spring football league. An entity named “The Real USFL LLC” is suing Fox for calling its new league the USFL, saying it is an “unabashed counterfeit.”

The complaint states, in part, “(the original USFL) had – and continues to have – a mass following with enduring demand for USFL merchandise. Fox has no claim to this legacy and no right to capitalize on the goodwill of the league. Much less does Fox have a right to deceive the public into believing that it is the USFL – or that Fox’s League’s teams were the USFL teams. Yet that is precisely what Fox has done.”

The lawsuit was filed on Monday in California with the plaintiffs listed as Fox Sports Inc., The Spring League LLC and USFL Enterprises LLC. The entire document is 37 pages long, and I read through it all although I can’t claim to be an expert in law and/or legalese.

In the interest of full disclosure, my mind wandered a few pages in and I started watching cat videos on YouTube.

From what I can gather, though, here’s what’s at stake:

On April 16, 2022, Protective Stadium in Birmingham will be the site of the season opening United States Football League game between the Birmingham Stallions and New Jersey Generals.

Or, on April 16, 2022, Protective Stadium in Birmingham will be the site of the season opening National Spring Football League game between the Birmingham Football Team and New Jersey Football Team.

Or, I guess conceivably the whole operation could come to a standstill. Truly, I have no idea because when it comes to lawsuits, trials, judges and juries, you never know what might happen.

I haven’t seen an episode of “Law & Order” in several years, so I don’t know enough about the merits of the case to tell you if this even warrants a clarinet interlude over the opening credits. I will say, however, I’ve personally been careful to avoid linking the original USFL to the new one.

Why?

Because regardless of what anyone at Fox says (or has said), what will take the field next month has no legitimate ties to what last took the field in 1985.

Put another way, I had a little dog named Raven in 1985. I have a little dog named Steve in 2022. I could call Steve “Raven,” but that wouldn’t mean Steve has any relationship with the pupper from 37 years ago.

The point I’m trying to make is that even though Doug Flutie appeared on the Fox Twitter feed last June and proclaimed, “The USFL is back!” while wearing one of those cheap New Jersey Generals caps, the USFL he was a part of is gone forever.

It’s never coming back.

Regardless, there was no doubt Fox was hoping to take you on a nostalgia trip by appropriating the history of the 1983-85 circuit, and I get that.

I don’t like it, but I get it.

If I’d had my druthers this would be a league with a new name and new acronym and all eight teams would have cool, unique nicks (I’m still hoping for a franchise called the Birmingham Battalion one day).

All this turning into a situation now, on March 1, gives the original USFL a chance to inflict the most pain on what it views as identity thieves. In spite of that, it’s puzzling. I don’t know the difference between an IP and an IPA, but I figured whatever issues there were between the 80s USFL and this venture had surely been hammered out by lawyers before the upstart league took shape.

I mean, Fox is the subject of a $2.7 billion defamation suit from Smartmatic as well as a $1.6 billion defamation suit from Dominion Voting Systems – court battles the media corporation could most certainly lose. Thus I assumed Rupert Murdoch’s attorneys did their football homework so as to avoid more legal trouble.

Yet regardless of what I assumed, we now have a case of gridiron “Law & Order,” and one can only hope it moves through the system quickly and justice is served.

Meanwhile, I’m still planning on going to the USFL game between the Stallions and Generals next month. But if it turns out to be a NSFL game between the Scallions and General Practitioners, well, I reckon that’s for the courts to decide.

DUN-DUN.

I’ve gone full Hamilton

The Hamilton Tiger-Cats last played in the Grey Cup in 2019, and I watched every frustrating second of their 33-12 loss to the Winnipeg Blue Bombers. The Canadian Football League championship game is a big deal to me – arguably my favorite single day event on the sports calendar – and I’ll watch regardless of the matchup.

Still, having “my” team in it made it more special, although the outcome was disappointing.

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But the last time the Tiger-Cats won the Grey Cup – well, I just had to hear about it, which was also disappointing.

The year was 1999, and while the world was planning for the imminent disaster of Y2K – food shortages, poisoned water supply, rabid dinosaurs running unimpeded through the streets – United States television networks were not planning for my CFL enjoyment.

The “U.S. experiment” of CFL franchises located south of the Canadian border ended in 1995, and ESPN2’s contract with the league expired two years later.

So Americans like me who still loved the three-down game and wanted to follow the eight-team circuit were mostly out of luck. Sure, the “World Wide Web” existed back then, but it wasn’t nearly as user-friendly as it is today.

Now you can ask Siri (or Alexa … who you’re in a relationship with is none of my business) to tell you results of the full contact Yahtzee competition from the Netherlands, and she’ll share the information immediately. Or you can watch it live on your phone. Back in 1999, about the best I could hope for was a funny cat video that took 10 minutes to download.

There was no Twitter to get instant updates, and no Facebook to provide misinformation about the game.

So I guess I probably just waited until the evening SportsCenter to learn that Hamilton had vanquished Calgary, 32-21, at BC Place in Vancouver. I’m sure I was happy, but not being able to experience it made me sad.

This Sunday, however, that won’t be a problem.

Hamilton gets its rematch with Winnipeg – this time in the friendly confines of Tim Hortons Field – at 5 p.m. on ESPN2.

Unlike last week when the Eastern and Western finals were shown on the network’s version of the The Ocho (ESPN News, which I do not have a subscription), I can experience the event from my futon. Said futon is located roughly 922.8 miles from the game site, but I’ll feel like I’m there.

I’ll be wearing my game-used No. 68 Ti-Cats jersey (Angelo Mosca made it famous, of course, but this one was actually worn by offensive tackle Greg Randall in 2006), along with one of my four Ti-Cats ballcaps. I thought about wearing a different one each quarter, and I still might. With me, I never know.

And of course I’ll enjoy my Grey Cup game day tradition, the “Super Snack.” The simple yet scrumptious dish is made up of sour cream-flavored potato chips, dry roasted peanuts and Chex Mix piled on a plate, covered in Easy Cheese, and microwaved for 12 to 15 seconds.  It’s my take on the Canadian delicacy poutine, although poutine doesn’t normally consist of sour cream-flavored potato chips, dry roasted peanuts and Chex Mix piled on a plate, covered in Easy Cheese, and microwaved for 12 to 15 seconds.

For the main course I’ll probably have a black bean patty on an onion roll, which I call a Hamilton Burger (so named as a tribute to the CFL team, not the district attorney on Perry Mason).

But really, the fan festivities started earlier in the week when I renamed our ginger shelter cat “Hamilton.” It’s only temporary, but since he’s a cat who kinda looks like a tiger, he can be a Tiger-Cat for a few days.

In keeping with the all about Hamilton theme, I also staged an in-house production of the musical Hamilton in which I changed the title of the song Alexander Hamilton to East Champion Hamilton and altered the lyrics to better reflect the Grey Cup:

There is no beat, no melody
Blue Bombers, my first friend, my enemy
Maybe the last facemask I ever see
If I throw away my third down shot,
Is this how fans will remember me?
What if this 108th game is my legacy?

On Friday I’ll listen to the soft rock song Don’t Pull Your Love by Hamilton, Joe Frank & Reynolds on a continuous loop, even though I don’t care as much for the contributions of Joe Frank or Reynolds.

And finally, on Saturday I’ll pay tribute to George Hamilton, who not only founded Hamilton, Ontario, in 1816, but went on to star in Love At First Bite and co-host a popular mid-90s daytime talk show with his ex-wife.

My greatest joy, though, would come from the Ti-Cats helping me experience what I couldn’t experience in 1999 by winning the whole dang thing right before my eyes. It won’t be easy – Winnipeg is the defending champ and has the league’s best record. Plus, I can’t expect the Bombers to turn the ball over five times (six if you count the turnover on downs) like they did last Sunday against Saskatchewan.

And if Mike O’Shea’s club comes out on top, I’ll congratulate a great organization and their wonderful fans, because us CFL folk – even the ones living in the Lower 48 – have to support each other.

But there’s always the chance for an upset.

And if the home dogs prevail, the only thing that’ll be upset around 8 p.m. on Sunday night will be my stomach. Those Super Snacks can lay kinda heavy.