Return to Lawson Field

As I get older, I find myself trying to carefully negotiate the bridge that connects my past with my present. The fun part, of course, is looking back and realizing sometimes I can still see where my journey started – and where it’s headed.

I’m a sports fan so teams, leagues, times and dates serve as logical links, and every once in a while I can impress myself by recalling a score from a football game I saw 50 years ago.

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But I’ve also always been fascinated by venues, and one of the first things I did when I moved back to Birmingham was revisit my old haunts. I drove by an empty Legion Field, where I saw my first college football game, and later visited Rickwood Field – the nation’s oldest pro baseball ballpark but a place I remember best as being the site of the first youth football game I ever participated in. I can still almost taste the infield dirt I swallowed when I helped churn it up while blocking (or at least trying to block) on a kickoff return.

Then there’s the building formerly known as the Birmingham-Jefferson Civic Center Coliseum, now called Legacy Arena and currently being renovated as one of the jewels of the Uptown entertainment district.  It’s where I watched my first college basketball game as well as my first professional hockey game (and saw my first concert – Boston with Sammy Hagar opening).

But during my two months back in the Magic City one stop had been absent from my nostalgia tour – Lawson Field.

In truth the city-owned facility, designed primarily for high school football, hadn’t crossed my mind much in the last, oh, 40-something years. I did a little research and discovered that before last Saturday I hadn’t been there since November 9, 1979. That was the night I watched my alma mater, the Huffman Vikings, edge the Hueytown Golden Gophers, 14-13. Back then Lawson Field was the home stadium for a handful of Birmingham high schools and a great cheap date locale because tickets to a prep game were a dollar. So for the low, low price of $2 you could take your sweetie to the ballgame and kill two and half hours on a Friday night before going “parking.”

Alas, once my high school days were done, there was no compelling reason to go back to the stadium. Once I entered college my Fridays were otherwise occupied, and as the years passed Lawson Field simply became a thing of my past.

It briefly returned to my radar thanks to a Dixie Football League game between the Birmingham Suns and Panama City Pirates played there in October, 1982. I had no interest in the semi-pro league – didn’t even know it existed, to be honest – but read about a Birmingham player accidentally shooting his coach in the leg when he pulled a pistol and fired it toward the ground in an effort to break up a  postgame fight at Lawson Field.

I really don’t know why a player was packing heat on the sidelines, but often wonder if it inspired that ridiculous opening scene in “The Last Boy Scout” when a running back shoots three players trying to tackle him.

At any rate, I moved on with my life and Lawson Field moved on with its nightlife, continuing to host high school football, the Birmingham Steel Magnolias of the Women’s Football Association, the Alabama Warriors of the Premier South Football League, and serving as the practice facility for the Birmingham Steeldogs of AF2. The memories made over those years at the 7,500-seat stadium were not memories made by me, and I never felt like I was missing out on anything.

But jump to September 11, 2021, and the stadium (built in 1968) gave me something to remember 42 years since I last visited it: I watched FC Birmingham top Legacy Heroes FC, 1-0, in a Pioneer Premier League soccer match.

It was the first live sporting event I’d been to since coming home and I enjoyed it, but I was also surprised at how familiar Lawson Field seemed to me.

The gravel parking lot – complete with a ditch you have to carefully drive over to get to your makeshift spot – appeared largely unchanged from 1979. So did the concession building, press box and stands on both the home and visitors’ side.

Obviously the aluminum bleachers have been replaced, but technology hasn’t changed aluminum bleachers much over the decades, so the experience was the same.

The large grass hills on either side of the home stands were still unspoiled by construction. During a packed high school game they served as playgrounds and nature slides for kids who were more interested in playing than watching older kids play ball.

I spent the first half sitting on the home side and the second from the vantage point of the visitors, and both were a comfortable fit. I fought the urge to slide down the hill because at my age that would’ve been ridiculous and possibly deadly.

The biggest changes were the playing surface itself, which is now artificial turf, and the nice, rubberized track circling around it. I did notice that one of the goalposts had wonky uprights, so that might be something for maintenance to look into going forward.

The bottom line is that if FC Birmingham didn’t call Lawson Field home, my 42-year streak of staying away would still be intact. But since they do, the time between my last visit and next won’t be nearly as long. Turns out the journey I started on this particular bridge isn’t over just yet.

This is … the XBL

I’ve spent an inordinate amount of time thinking, talking and writing about alternative football leagues. I’ve written about them in book form, short form – I’ve even gone so far as to suggest what kind of alt grid league I’d form myself, down to the team nicknames (I still think Birmingham Battalion is a winner, whether competing in the Summer Football League Would you support the SFL? or a U.S.-based group playing by CFL rules The American League of Canadian Football).

What I haven’t done, however, is jump on the alternative basketball bandwagon.

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Maybe it’s because between the NBA, WNBA, NBA G League and EuroLeague (when I’m feeling continental) I’m pretty well satisfied when it comes to pro hoops. And if I have an itch for roundball during the offseason, there’s the NBA Summer league to provide a scratch.

But just for my own amusement (and yours, if you’re easily amused), I’ve decided to conjure the XBL – an extreme, innovative brand of basketball modeled after its football counterpart, the XFL. It’s not that I need another professional basketball organization to exist, it’s just that I feel the need to write about the possible existence of another professional basketball organization.

Like the XFL, the XBL will target major league near-misses and will not pretend to be a rival of the NBA. But since the big league already has a farm system in the G League, it needs to strive to be more than just developmental in nature. This means attempting to pluck athletes currently playing overseas, including former NBA guys who might no longer have the skills required to make an Association roster, but who have some name recognition. Truthfully, between the NBA, G League and EuroLeague, (as well as the fledgling Professional Collegiate League and Overtime Elite), the top players are already taken. Instead of up-and-comers, the XBL will include a lot of down-and-wenters. The pay should be decent, though. The average XFL salary ($55,000 per season) was three percent of the average annual NFL salary, so using that math XBL players will pull down $246,000.

So, when will the league’s season begin?

The two previous incarnations of the XFL started the week after the Super Bowl, filling a late winter/spring gridiron void. Finding down time in basketball is more problematic.

The NBA season, including the playoffs, runs from mid-October to early June. The WNBA starts in May and ends around the time the NBA starts back. Translation: there ain’t no offseason in North American pro hoops.

But since the XBL is a men’s league, we’ll go ahead and start it in mid-June. The regular season will consist of 34 games, so it’ll wrap up in mid-September.

As for franchises, you want the major media markets (New York, Los Angeles, Chicago) to lure TV networks, but you might want to throw in some non-NBA towns as well. So for our inaugural XBL season we’ll go with eight flagship cities: Baltimore, Chicago, Cincinnati, Los Angeles, Louisville, New York, San Diego and San Francisco.

Baltimore, Cincinnati, Louisville and New York will play in the Eastern Division while Chicago, Los Angeles, San Diego and San Francisco make up the Western Division.

The scheduling format is structured so that a team faces each foe in its division six times and teams in the other division four times apiece.

The playoffs are quite simple: East winner meets West winner in a best-of-3 championship series.

And now for my favorite part … rule innovations.

As far as timing, we’ll stick with four, 12-minute quarters. After that, though, things get weird:

* The 3-point line is 21 feet from the basket.

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.

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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.