Pro football, Hollywood-style

Super Bowl El-Vee-Eye-Eye is upon us, with the Philadelphia Eagles battling the Kansas City Chiefs for the right to claim National Football League supremacy for the 2022-23 season.

Personally, I have no rooting interest in either team.

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I paid some attention to the Eagles between 1973 and 1977, but only because I was a fan of Roman Gabriel. I cheered for him when he was with the Los Angeles Rams and continued to follow him during his run in Philly those five seasons.

As for Kansas City, I still haven’t forgiven the Chiefs for beating my New York Jets, 13-6, in the 1969 American Football League playoffs.

So, when tonight’s extravaganza takes place, I’m just hoping both teams have fun and the competing players and coaches learn valuable life lessons along the way.

But I feel I have a moral obligation to write something pro football-related on this special day, so I’ve decided to rank my Top 10 pro-football related movies.

I’m not approaching this with a serious critic’s eye – I’m just telling you which ones are my favorites. Truthfully, a lot of them make the list only because they resonated with me at a certain time in my life and have stayed in my memory. (Please note I’m excluding all documentaries from consideration because there are too many outstanding ones to count and we’d be here all day).

Anyway, I’ll start with No. 10 and work my way up. I’m sure you have your own favorites and they might be quite different than mine, but if nothing else maybe a couple of the picks will make you go, “Hey … I forgot about that one.”

Away we go …

10. Number One (1969)

Two major life events happened to me in 1968. One, I became a huge pro football fan and two, I saw Planet of the Apes. So, when the main human character in POTA plays quarterback for the New Orleans Saints in a major motion picture in 1969, well, you know I have to see it.

The choreographed football action was thrilling for me, even though Charlton Heston (playing Ron “Cat” Catlan) was hardly convincing as an ancient signal caller. He looked like he had never touched a football before. Co-stars Jessica Walter and Diana Muldaur had my attention, though. Even though I was still a little feller, they gave me that special tingly feeling formerly reserved for Batgirl and Honey West.

Weirdly, the thing I remember most about Number One was seeing Heston bleeding from the ear after getting sacked by a Dallas Cowboys player.

No flag was thrown, either.

9. Heaven Can Wait (1978)

This is one of those movies that makes me feel good every time I watch it, and I’ve watched it many, many times.

Warren Beatty was convincing enough as Los Angeles Rams backup QB Joe Pendleton, and the banter between him and trainer Max Corkle (played by Jack Warden) was great. The comic chemistry cooked up by Dyan Cannon and Charles Grodin, however, was what made Heaven Can Wait a classic.

Julie Christie, Buck Henry (who served as co-director with Beatty), James Mason and Vincent Gardenia are also top-notch in a movie that has a little bit of everything.

8. Brian’s Song (1971)

This is the Old Yeller of football movies because you’re gonna wind up crying like a baby at the end.

Billy Dee Williams was terrific as Gayle Sayers. But you watch James Caan as Brian Piccolo in this and then as Sonny Corleone in The Godfather a year later, and you realize what a great actor he was.

7. Semi-Tough (1977)

Much more a satire about the self-help craze of the 1970s than a football story, there was still enough gridiron action to make it work as a “sports movie.” Robert Preston’s portrayal of team owner Big Ed Bookman allowed him to really show his comedy chops, and Bert Convy – who I had only seen on game shows – was perfect as the film’s unctuous self-help guru.

Of course, Burt Reynolds played running back at Florida State, so he didn’t have to pretend how to play in the action scenes. And Kris Kristofferson was kinda/sorta believable as a receiver, too.

6. The Longest Yard (1974)

Unless I missed something, we never knew which pro football team Paul “Wrecking” Crewe played for before being sent to prison (and I’m talking about the 1974 version … not the 2005 Adam Sandler remake I haven’t seen). But Reynolds’ portrayal of the QB who led the prison team “Mean Machine” was Hall of Fame worthy. This was a great movie all the way around, but more than a third of the two-hour running time was devoted to the game between the cons and the guards. That makes this one of the most footbally of all football flicks.

It was also loaded with real NFLers like Ray Nitschke and Joe Kapp and – the more I think about it – I should probably rank it higher.

5. Big Fan (2009)

As the title suggests, this is more about a fan than a player. However, Patton Oswalt is brilliant as the New York Giants-obsessed, live-at-home-with-his-mom, sports talk radio call-in warrior. It’s funny at times and sad at others, and while there’s really no football to speak of, we all know this character (and, in some cases, are this character, even though we don’t want to admit it).

4. Paper Lion (1968)

It wasn’t until the early 1970s when I saw this on TV, but I was fascinated by George Plimpton and his desire to put his body on the line in order to write about sports. A pre-Hawkeye Pierce Alan Alda did a nice job portraying Plimpton, who “tried out” for the Detroit Lions.

The film featured real Detroit players and coaches, but it also showed Plimpton playing in an exhibition game against the St. Louis Cardinals, which never actually happened. (In reality he only played in an intra-squad scrimmage, but that’s still pretty cool – just not cool enough for Hollywood).

3. Legend In Granite (1973)

I never thought Ernest Borgnine could pull off playing Vince Lombardi, but damn if he didn’t. I was amazed at how he not only looked the part but was able to mimic Lombardi’s mannerisms.

I was a 12-year-old football goob when this came into my living room courtesy of ABC. My dad was a Packers fan, so he looked forward to watching it as much as I did.

I loved every second of it.

2. Everybody’s All-American (1988)

I know, I know … this is mostly about Gavin Grey’s glory days at LSU. But it also touches on the fictional player’s NFL days with Washington and Denver, so I’m counting it.

There was plenty of social commentary to go along with the story of a star who burns brightly and then fades away, making it one of my favorite sports movies. But man, the performances.

Jessica Lange, Dennis Quaid, Timothy Hutton, John Goodman and Carl Lumbly all brought their A games to this one.

1. North Dallas Forty (1979)

I watch this movie every year, which means I’ve seen it at least 45 times.

It’s a gritty indictment of the NFL (although that acronym is never mentioned), but the more you hear about the culture of the professional game, the more realistic it seems.

And the filmmakers went to great lengths to make both game action and practices look authentic.

But it’s also wickedly funny, and proved to me that the late, great Mac Davis was a truly talented actor. Playing North Dallas Bulls signal caller Seth Maxwell, Davis held his own against Hollywood heavyweights Nick Nolte (receiver Phil Elliott) and Charles Dutton (assistant coach Johnson).

Dabney Coleman is at his smarmy best as team executive Emmett Hunter, and the late John Matuszak (who was an NFL defensive end by trade but played offense lineman O.W. Shaddock) goes off on one of the all-time great rants in a pivotal scene late in the film.

In fact, while you guys watch all the Super Bowl El-Vee-Eye-Eye pre-game chatter, I think I might dust off the ol’ DVD player and check North Dallas Forty out again.

The Black Barons’ 2-for-1 special

Split seasons have long been common in baseball’s farm system. Once the first half of a schedule is completed, the records are reset and the second half of the slate begins.

But a season that sees a club split from its minor league circuit in order to move up to the majors?

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That’s quite the rarity.

However, that was the turn of fortune for the Birmingham Black Barons (and Memphis Red Sox) 100 years ago. They started out the 1923 season as franchises in the Negro Southern League – then considered a minor league – only to finish as associate members of the top-tier Negro National League.

The “traditional” season began on May 1 at Rickwood Field, where 5,000 fans were on hand to watch the Black Barons – managed by Poindexter Williams – defeat the Red Sox, 16-4. According to press reports, the game featured 27 hits, seven stolen bases and 10 errors.

Birmingham, down 3-0 entering the bottom of the third, scored five runs in the frame and cruised from there.

In fact, that year the Black Barons spent much of their time in the Southern League cruising past the opposition. The team was overflowing with talent, from power-hitting left fielder/first baseman (and future National Baseball Hall of Famer) George “Mule” Suttles to shortstop Geechie Meredith to pitcher Harry Salmon, who boasted a 2.19 ERA in 1923.

Birmingham took one game of a doubleheader from Memphis on July 15 to improve to 54-6, having long since clinched the first half of the NSL title. According to a Birmingham News story, the team also held their Tennessee rivals scoreless for 63 innings during a stretch in May.

The clubs were scheduled to meet again at Memphis’ Lewis Park on July 16, but that didn’t happen.

Instead, both organizations became associate members of the National League, prompting the Southern League to cancel the rest of its 1923 season.

The big league was founded by Rube Foster on February 13, 1920, and featured some of the game’s top players. Among them were future Hall of Famers Bernardo Baro, Oscar Charleston, Valentin Drake, Pete Hill, Biz Mackey, Jose Mendez, Bullet Rogan, Ben Taylor and Cristobal Torriente.

Foster, who was a great player before becoming a manager and executive, was elected to the Hall of Fame in 1981.

The 1923 Negro National League was made up of the Kansas City Monarchs, Chicago American Giants. Detroit Stars, Indianapolis ABCs, Cuban Stars West, St. Louis Stars, Toledo Tigers (replacing the Cleveland Tate Stars, which dropped out of the league midseason) and Milwaukee Bears. Black Barons team owner Joe Rush put up $10,000 to help make the move up possible, and the addition of the Red Sox gave the Negro National League solid footing in the Deep South.

Before ever playing a game, Birmingham’s team was in the national spotlight.

“For the first time in the history of the Negro National League, the American Giants and Chicago will leave home during the middle of the season and make a trip South, playing in Birmingham on Aug. 20, 21 and 22,” touted The Chicago Defender. “These three days will be gala days in the Southern metropolis and many people are expected to come out and witness the new Southern entry in the Negro National League play Rube Foster’s club, thrice winners of the league pennant.”

The Black Barons’ first major league outing resulted in a 4-4 draw with Milwaukee on July 19 at Rickwood, a clash that earned a glowing review from the Birmingham News:

“The Birmingham Black Barons opened their career as Major Leaguers at Rickwood Field on Thursday afternoon by fighting the famous Milwaukee giants to a 4-4 tie in the 10 hectic and exciting innings of real baseball. Seldom has the old park seen such a fiercely waged battle as was fought within the confines of its walls Thursday. The game was featured by the diminutive Black Baron shortsmith, Geechie, and the hitting of (Charles) Wesley, the local keystoner (second baseman).”

Birmingham went on to win the series, which also made news far from the Magic City.

Wrote the Pittsburgh Courier: “The Birmingham Black Barons, pride of the South, made an auspicious debut into the big-league circles last week when they won two games from the Milwaukee Bears of the Negro National League, lost one and tied one.”

Birmingham’s season ended on September 29 with a 5-3 home loss to the American Giants. In 45 Negro National League games that summer, Williams’ charges compiled a 16-25-4 record and earned the support of overflow crowds at Rickwood Field.

The Black Barons existed from 1920 to 1960, and during that time competed in the Negro Southern League (1920-1923, 1926, 1931-36); Negro National League (1924-25, 1927-30); and Negro American League (1940-1960). They claimed four NAL titles (1943, 1944, 1948 and 1959).

On Dec. 20, 2020, Baseball Commissioner Rob Manfred announced that the sport would correct “a longtime oversight in the game’s history” by granting all Negro Leagues as well as their 3,400-plus players official major league status.

“All of us who love baseball have long known that the Negro Leagues produced many of our game’s best players, innovations and triumphs against a backdrop of injustice,” Manfred said in a statement. “We are now grateful to count the players of the Negro Leagues where they belong: as Major Leaguers within the official historical record.”

Turns out the Black Barons were big leaguers even before they reached the big stage a century ago.

(If you’re in or near Birmingham and want to learn more about the history of the Black Barons and these leagues, visit the Negro Southern League Museum across from Regions Field. It’s open from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. Tuesday through Saturday).

Backing the Bulls

As much as I love hockey, I’m not what you’d call a worldly person when it comes to watching it live. In fact, before last Monday, I had seen professional games in person at a grand total of four venues – the Birmingham-Jefferson Civic Center Coliseum (now Legacy Arena) in Birmingham; Philips Arena (now State Farm Arena) in Atlanta; Bon Secours Wellness Arena in Greenville, South Carolina; and Gila River Arena (now Desert Diamond Arena) in Glendale, Arizona.

Although I’m a New York Rangers fan, I used to love going to the ATL and watching the Thrashers. I even got to see them play in their one and only playoff series (before relocating to Winnipeg) which came – fortunately for me – against the Rangers. And, I was one of 18,644 fans in the building for the 2008 NHL All-Star Game there. It was half-speed hockey, but still fun.

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During my 15 years in G-Vegas, I got to root for the ECHL Greenville Road Warriors (now Swamp Rabbits). My wife accompanied me to many Sunday games, where we sat in section 217 – usually having that entire segment of the 14,000-seat arena all to ourselves.

As for the desert hockey experience, that was basically just a fluke.

I was in Glendale, Arizona, covering the College Football Playoff National Championship Game, and even though it was played on January 11, 2016, our plane wasn’t leaving for Greenville until the wee hours of January 13.

So, what better way to spend a long layover than witness the NHL Western Conference showdown between the Arizona Coyotes and Edmonton Oilers with a couple of my co-workers? I like to think they were impressed when I told them that the first time I saw the Oilers play, they were in the World Hockey Association.

But the teams I’ve seen more than any other have been the Birmingham Bulls, who skated at the Civic Center as members of the WHA (1976-79), Central Hockey League (1979-81), Atlantic Coast Hockey League (that iteration of Bulls played just three regular season games before folding in 1983) and ECHL (1992-2001).

(There was also the Birmingham South Stars of 1982-83 … I’ll write more about them in a future column).

The version of the Bulls I had neglected, however, were the ones who now play in the Southern Professional Hockey League and call the Pelham Civic Complex & Ice Arena home. They were founded in 2017, and since I was still living in South Carolina at the time, they weren’t on my radar.

But I moved back to Birmingham in 2021, and even though I hadn’t followed a Birmingham-based hockey team for more than two decades, I just never made the effort to go watch them play.

Now that I have, I’m kicking myself for staying away so long.

The SPHL Bulls hosted the Huntsville Havoc on an MLK Day matinee, and it made me realize how much fun watching live hockey can be. And it’s even more enjoyable when there are lots of enthusiastic fans in the building.

Seating capacity is 4,100, and to me the Civic Complex gave off a cool Federal League/Charlestown Chiefs/War Memorial vibe (as a Slap Shot fan, I mean that as a huge compliment). The fact that 3,346 fans were jumping and bouncing and keeping the aluminum seating area vibrating from the first puck drop to the final horn added to the experience.

Since the SPHL is a developmental independent league – players who excel will graduate to the ECHL rather than the AHL or NHL – I probably didn’t see the next Gordie Howe or Wayne Gretzky on the ice.

And that was fine.

All I wanted was entertainment, and I got more than my share.

I cheered for the home team, naturally, but was hardly distraught by Huntsville’s 6-3 victory. When I see nine goals, a couple of fights, and it all happens within a two hour and 30-minute window, I’ve gotten my money’s worth.

Michael Gillespie took 14 shots and scored twice for the Bulls, while Scott Donahue got his only shot past the Havoc goalie. (I’ve decided that – until further notice – Gillespie is my favorite player because we’re both 5-9).

Oh, and I can’t forget ZOOperstars Dominik Hashark, Whale Gretzky and Tommy Laswordfish. These inflatable entertainers danced, pranced and contorted themselves during intermission, and it was silly, funny and weird.

Silly, funny and weird is right up my alley.

So, now that I’ve witnessed a new generation of Birmingham Bulls, I need to commit.

Back in 1976 I went from knowing next to nothing about the game to becoming a (fairly) knowledgeable superfan of our WHA team, absorbing everything I could about hockey rules and hockey history.

Now it’s time to get up to speed on SPHL history, and teach myself what I need to know about the Bulls, Havoc, Knoxville Ice Bears, Quad City Storm, Evansville Thunderbolts, Macon Mayhem, Roanoke Rail Yard Dawgs, Fayetteville Marksmen, Pensacola Ice Flyers, Vermilion County Bobcats and Peoria Rivermen.

I’ve already learned that Knoxville is the most successful club in SPHL history with five league titles, and Vermilion County’s team is located in Danville, Illinois, which is not in the American South or even the Illinois South yet competes in the Southern Professional Hockey League.

Here’s more geography for you; the Quad City Storm uses Moline, Illinois, as their home ice, although the team also represents Davenport and Bettendorf, Iowa, as well as Rock Island and East Moline, Illinois.

Of course, aside from history, league logos and nicknames are important to me.

The Thunderbolts’ badge is my favorite because of the P-47 Thunderbolt fighter plane image, and the Ice Flyers have a cool logo, too. I guess I must have a thing for aircraft.

I’ve also determined that Rail Yard Dogs is a quite clunky, yet clever, nickname, while the Peoria Rivermen has a nice flow to it.

Bottom line, I look forward to following this league and cozying up to Birmingham hockey once again. The SPHL made a terrific first impression on me.

One thing’s for sure … I’m not waiting 22 years before I go to my next Bulls game.