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-by Martini  

Recently, the sport of American football careened from one end of the athletic spectrum to the other with such ungodly force that it inflicted career-ending concussions in quarterbacks who haven’t even been born yet.

To wit, the last week in January began with the end of the NFL season, commemorated as tradition and Madison Avenue demands by that archetypal display of athleto-media-cultural shamelessness, Super Bowl XXXV. It ended with the first expectant spark of light softly radiating forth from the newest band of gridiron brothers, those happy few who dare to hope that one day, they, too, might reach such levels of athleto-media-cultural shamelessness.

Namely, it ended with the inaugural weekend of the XFL.

For those of you just joining us, the XFL is a new, eight-team professional football league, conceived, nourished, incubated, and birthed straight from the coconut of one Vincent J. McMahon, the owner, operator, president, CEO, and lord high executioner of the World Wrestling Federation, Inc.  (New York Stock Exchange symbol: WWF. We’re not kidding.)

The XFL is, loosely speaking, a sports league designed to rid the planet of the current brand of pansified, spritzer-sipping football undertaken by the NFL, which has been proven unquestionably to be the sole source, prime mover, and first cause of the degradation of our nation’s moral fiber, maliciously transmogrifying man and beast alike into a gaggle of weak, insipid, cross-stitching milquetoasts.

Through a spendiferously woven tapestry (our metaphor, not theirs) of wide-open rules changes, in-your-face camera angles, wired-for-sound athletes, and all-that-and-a-bag-of-chips cheerleaders, the XFL is bloodily determined to wage war on the G-rated, Martha-Stewart-watching, Oprah’s-Book-Club-belonging-to frou-frou into which football has devolved in this country. If all goes to plan, the XFL will carry the day, and the viewing public, into the domain of Vince the Merciless by means of its return to the good old days of bone-crunching, mud-encrusted, near-felonious, over-hyphenated Football With A Capital F, And Not The Capital F You’re Thinking Of.

Or something to that effect.  The sizzle on the steak is, according to the XFL-WWF-PDQ braintrust, No More Boring Football.  While gridiron purists have offered a collective bemused chuckle at Vince’s windmill-tilting (and, for that matter, windmill-tipping-over-and-setting-ablaze), we would caution against throwing in with the naysayers.  Considering the past experience of Super Bowl XXXV, where the score was 10-0 for 55 out of 60 minutes until the American public couldn’t take it any longer and went to the lavatory, only to return and discover that the score had suddenly become 943-.000152 and that the new World Champion Of Violence Punctuated By Committee Meetings was a team named after a execrably overarranged Edgar Allen Poe sonnet, the alternative of the XFL has credibility at least in theory, if not actual practice.

The NFL, in a predictable demonstration of institutional self-preservation, has put forth a brave, or at least largely disinterested face in the face of Kaiser McMahon’s face-first face-off.  The NFL’s official potentate, commissioner Paul Tagliabue, officially potentated thusly: "Well, we don’t make much of it, because frankly we’ve spent so much time focused on our own issues and challenges that we have really not been able to focus on the XFL" -- although His Tagship said this in the same tone of voice that behavioral psychologists use when they tell you not to think about green elephants.  To speak candidly for a moment, anyone using such a baroque verb construction as "have really not been able to" is clearly so far deep in denial that someone needs to send Henry Stanley after them.

The point here (and you thought we wouldn’t even bother to make one, didn’t you?) is that regardless of your visceral reaction to the XFL, it has become in the sporting world the equivalent of that selfsame green elephant proverbially wedged into the metaphorical liquor cabinet that you were told a whole paragraph ago not to think about.

So before Jumbo drinks our entire supply of Old Gravelpit, we’re damn well going to think about him, and think about him long, hard, and seriously.   Or at least until the cops show up. Without further ado:


NFL vs. XFL: A Comparative Study

I. Name

NFL stands for National Football League, a solid, trustworthy name for a solid, trustworthy sports league.

XFL stands for...it stands for...erm...

Actually, nobody knows what the X stands for.  Vince McMahon won’t tell anyone.  It could stand for Extreme Football League, but nobody’s quite sure.  The X in XFL is an unknown quantity: that is, it operates in about the same fashion that the X in high-school algebra did.  And we all remember how much fun that was in our formative adolescent years.

Advantage: NFL.


II. History

The NFL was founded in 1920, when a group of Midwest pro football teams gathered in Canton, Ohio, and drew up a plan to form the American Professional Football Association, which wisely changed its name to the NFL two years later.   Its first president was the legendary player-coach of the Canton Bulldogs, and arguably the greatest athlete of the 20th century, Jim Thorpe.

The XFL was founded this past year, when the omnipresent V. McMahon drew up the plans on the back of a cocktail napkin after gathering about a dozen 2-for-1 margaritas into his bloodstream at the local TGI Friday’s. Its first president is (hand to God) one Basil DeVito, whose only connection to Canton, Ohio is that he is still sought for questioning by the local authorities therein.

Advantage:  NFL.


III. Franchise Saturation

The NFL has 32 teams spread across the length and breadth of this great land, and is so intent upon covering the Contiguous 48 that it has gone so far as to allow its own franchises to uproot and either move, attempt to move, or cast a greedy, Visigothic eye upon any metropolis with a sports bar and an oxygen-deprived city council ripe for the pillaging.   This mentality has resulted in howls of municipal protest in Baltimore over its team (which moved to Indianapolis), white-hot homicidal truculence in Cleveland over its team (which moved to Baltimore), blinkered indifference in Los Angeles over its two teams (Oakland and St. Louis, respectively), and gut-busting laughter in Boston (Hartford, Connecticut, until the NFL smarted up and said "Not in this or any future lifetime").

The XFL has 8 teams spread out over a handful of second-tier cities, some of which, such as Birmingham, have fielded football teams in no less than three previous also-ran football leagues.  Birmingham’s last foray into pro football was with the Birmingham Barracudas of the Canadian Football League, the result of which single-handedly turned Alabama into the 11th province of the dominion of Canada, a situation that not even Canada, nor for that matter Stalinist Russia, deserved.  Should the XFL expand (settle down, Sparky), its only avenues of recourse would be to such powerhouses as Wichita, Santa Fe, and Halifax, Nova Scotia.

Advantage: NFL.


IV. Players

The NFL fields the finest specimens of gridiron prowess every Sunday, who regularly give their all to the athletic contests into which they are thrown, to produce, at least this past year, a Super Bowl whose statistic in total yards gained was outpaced by the pack of squirrels in that commercial, you know, the one for, erm, what company was it for again?

The XFL fields a coterie of lean and hungry journeymen from literally all walks of life -- former college standouts, grizzled ex-NFL veterans, gentlemen drummed out of the Police Athletic League, what have you.   The XFL boasts about this, claiming that their brand of players are immeasurably more enthusiastic about playing football, and refuse to just go through the motions like a lot of jaded NFLers, and that this will logically result in more exciting, daring, risk-gulping football.   Not to sound like a wet blanket, but proffering such offensive generals as Casey Weldon, Rashan Salaam, and your kid’s old high-school trig teacher1 doesn’t look like they’re exactly straining themselves trying to solve the problem of boring football.

Advantage: Tie.


V. Salary Cap

The NFL has a salary cap, currently at about $67 million.  A salary cap is a league-imposed limit on how much money a team can spend per year for a 45-man football team.  If a team spends more than $67 million to pay its players, it will...get a nasty look from the commissioner’s office, as far as we can figure.   The point here is that the salary cap rules in the NFL are burdened with so many loopholes, grandfather clauses, indecipherabilities, and general stupidity that they guarantee a rise in ticket prices every year for the average football fan.

The XFL has a more simple salary cap.  Everybody gets an average of $4,500 per game.   With a ten-week season, that’s 45 bills per player.   For every win, each player gets a bonus of $2,500.  For every playoff win, they get another $7,500.  The championship team carves up $1 million, which on a 38-man XFL team is $26,315.79. Here, the salary cap is simple.  If you go out to play, and your team gets capped one real good by the opponent, you do not receive an increase in salary.

Advantage: XFL.


VI. Announcers/Commentators

The XFL seats the announcers and roving sideline reporters in the stands among the paying customers.  The XFL has also employed some of its cheerleaders (more on them later) to do promo pieces on their team’s players, such as when a random platinum-maned, silicone-embroidered Las Vegas cheerleader introduced her team’s quarterback, licked her lips in a display of raging fecundity, and affirmed that he was a guy who "really knows how to score."

The NFL has categorically stated that you will never see Melissa Stark doing that sort of thing on Monday Night Football.  (More’s the pity.)

The NFL, spread out over several networks, employs some of the finest sports reporters and commentators in the business: Pat Summerall and John Madden on FOX; Greg Gumbel and Phil Simms on CBS; and Al Michaels, Dan Fouts, and Dennis Miller on ABC’s Monday Night Football.

The XFL, for its part, has Jesse "The Governor" Ventura, current governor of Minnesota and this generation’s answer to Winston Churchill.

Advantage: XFL.  (Because Al Michaels can’t bend you into something that belongs in the foyer of the Tate Gallery.)


VII. Nicknames/Logos

The NFL’s 32 teams have typical team nicknames and logos, which are evocative of everything from mythology (Giants, Titans) to noble fauna (Bears, Lions, Rams, Panthers, Eagles) to history (Vikings, 49ers, Patriots).  The logos look like they belong with the teams, or at least the cities (an "NY" for New York, an "SF" for San Francisco, and so on).

The XFL’s 8 teams are nicknamed the Hitmen, Enforcers, Rage, Bolts, Outlaws, Maniax, Xtreme, and Demons, which are evocative of the FBI’s Ten Most Wanted List.  The logos tend toward sharp edges.  The Xtreme’s logo is an X (ever the innovators)2 stylized to look like a pinwheel, which actually comes off looking like a starfish in a Cuisinart.  The Rage’s logo is a corpulent-red head of a decidedly perturbed individual, teeth all a-grit and veins a-throb, which suggests that the team would do better being called the Constipated Teamsters.

Advantage: NFL.


VIII. Football

The NFL uses a traditional, league-specification plain brown leather football for all of its games, with the NFL logo emblazoned just under the laces.  It is filled to regulation pressure with air.

The XFL uses a black leather football with Satanic-looking red stripes on it, with the XFL logo emblazoned just under the laces.  It is filled to regulation pressure with air, fragmentation shrapnel, and exploding puff adder venom.  It also sells better.

Advantage: XFL.


IX. Coin Flip

The NFL determines the initial possession at the start of the game by flipping a coin. 

The XFL determines the initial possession at the start of the game by placing the official XFL football at midfield, and having one player from each side scrum for it until one of them comes up with the football.   Think back to playing Kill The Guy With The Ball when you were six, and you’re pretty much got it.  During the second game in XFL history, one of the scrummers separated his shoulder trying to come up with the little bugger.   That takes guts. Not a lot of brains, mind you, but guts nonetheless.

Advantage: XFL.


X. Signs

NFL fans traditionally wave signs that say things like DEFENSE or WE’RE #1, or try to make a witty and inspiring phrase out of the call letters of whatever network is broadcasting the game. Ungrammatically.

XFL fans wave signs that say things like CHEERLEADERS 3:16, DRUNK AS HELL, or (a personal favorite) THE BOLTS STINK LIKE THE PASSAIC RIVER, which leads us to surmise that there’s an Algonquin Round Table short one member somewhere.

Advantage:  XFL.


XI. Cheerleaders

The XFL has cheerleaders.  Sweet galloping Kierkegaard, does the XFL have cheerleaders.  We may well have discerned what the X stands for.

The NFL has far more restrained, sophisticated, tasteful cheerleaders.   They also have the Super Bowl Halftime Show.®   You may remember the Super Bowl XXXV halftime show, or as it is more familiarly known, "The Up With People Kids Go Straight To Hell.

Advantage: XFL.


XII. Championship Game

The NFL has the Super Bowl.

The XFL has -- we’re not kidding -- The Big Game At The End.

Advantage:  XFL. (Obviously.)


XIII. People Getting The Point

People who scoff at the XFL do so for the obvious reasons, many of which are stated above.   People who scoff at the XFL point to the class, panache, and cultural familiarity of the institution of the NFL as self-evident counterpoint.

People who point to the NFL as self-evident counterpoint would do well to remember the reaction of one Ms. Kathleen Kennedy Townsend, lieutenant governor of Maryland (home state of the world-champion Baltimore Ravens), member of one of America’s political dynasties (yes, those Kennedys), when she lavished her lieutenant-gubernatorial praise upon her Ravens’ victory: "I loved it when we made that football!  The Giants had just made a football, and we came right back and made another football!"

Advantage: XFL.  (XFL fans may be dumb, but they ain’t that dumb.)


XIV. Expansion Potential

The NFL has 32 teams, and doesn’t really have any more worthwhile cities to which it can expand, although San Antonio has been troweling on the Revlon for years trying to get the NFL’s attention, if that floats your barge.

The XFL has better prospects for expansion, simply because of the combination of relatively inexpensive franchises and an unqualified lack of shame.  They could even expand into Canada, if Vince & Co. can muster up the close air support quick enough to fleece the first board of aldermen he happens upon.  Just don’t be surprised if you turn on the TV one day and hear President Jesse Ventura doing color commentary for a game between the Tulsa Baby Seal Clubbers and the Ottawa Complete Bastards.

Advantage:  XFL.


GRAND TOTALS:

NFL: 4
XFL: 9
Ties: 1

Proving, once again, how we’re all going to hell.

Save me a seat.



1. For those of you who haven’t the foggiest idea who Messrs. Weldon, Salaam, and Pythagorean Theorem are, do not worry.  Neither does anyone else.

2. And while we’re on the subject, what in screaming blue blazes is wrong with the letter E all of a sudden?  Everywhere you turn, the landscape’s littered with the letter X, as if a whole lot of pirates had suddenly descended upon the sporting and entertainment world and had to bury their plunder -- XFL, X-Games, X-Files.  Is the Scrabble corporation spreading around payola or something?



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