Hail Mary

The Rise and Fall of the National Women's Football League


By Frankie de la Cretaz

By Lyndsey D’Arcangelo

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The groundbreaking story of the National Women’s Football League, and the players whose spirit, rivalries, and tenacity changed the legacy of women’s sports forever.

In 1967, a Cleveland promoter recruited a group of women to compete as a traveling football troupe. It was conceived as a gimmick—in the vein of the Harlem Globetrotters—but the women who signed up really wanted to play. And they were determined to win.

Hail Mary chronicles the highs and lows of the National Women’s Football League, which took root in nineteen cities across the US over the course of two decades. Drawing on new interviews with former players from the Detroit Demons, the Toledo Troopers, the LA Dandelions, and more, Hail Mary brings us into the stadiums where they broke records, the small-town lesbian bars where they were recruited, and the backrooms where the league was formed, championed, and eventually shuttered. In an era of vibrant second wave feminism and Title IX activism, the athletes of the National Women’s Football League were boisterous pioneers on and off the field: you’ll be rooting for them from start to finish.



“John Unitas, Bart Starr, Roman Gabriel, Joe Willie Namath,” wrote the infamous, hard-nosed sportswriter Bud Collins in the December 1967 Boston Globe. “These are names you know, men you respect for their ability to handle a football as well as several words of English on a TV commercial. They are acceptable quarterbacks but they are sissies when you consider them against Marcella Sanborn, quarterback of the Cleveland Daredevils.”

Who—it was fair to imagine all of Collins’s readers asking—was this woman, or this team? Collins continued, praising Sanborn while deriding these legendary male football players: “I mean, do they play defense? No. They sit on the bench and try to remember their lines for the next commercial,” he wrote. “But Marcella Sanborn has no time off to recover from the bruises and scratches inflicted by predatory linebackers. She plays safety on defense. She is a 60-minute woman, and that is why Mrs. Sanborn, a makeup wearing pro football player, gets my annual Athlete of the Year Award.”

Marcella Sanborn was one of the first to try out for a new women’s football team, founded in 1967. In between raising her sixteen-year-old daughter, Claudia, and the hours she put in as a supply supervisor at the Ohio Bell Company, the thirty-nine-year-old Clevelander saw an announcement in the paper and thought—as so many women had before her—Why not? Having grown up playing football with boys from her hometown of Ury, West Virginia, Sanborn figured she was tough enough to hold her own.

Others, like Sanborn, tried out and made the team, too. Each one was ready and willing to ditch her everyday attire for cleats, pads, and helmets, and gladly take the field.

Originally, the team owner—one Sid Friedman, a fifty-year-old talent agent and promoter—imagined his players wearing tearaway jerseys and miniskirts. For him, the team was “a barnstorming venture more than actually competition.” Women like Sanborn and so many others answered Friedman’s ad that fall, and the newspapers eagerly announced there was a “gal’s team.”

But though the Daredevils team was supposed to be a gimmick, something changed along the way. The players made it real.

American football is considered masculine by nature. It’s aggressive, violent, and tough, and requires a high level of endurance, speed, skill, and athleticism. These are all attributes that women are not expected to have—at home, in public, and certainly not on the playing field, if they are allowed on the playing field at all.

It isn’t just the concept of women playing football or being physical that has confounded men. Since the sport’s inception at the end of the nineteenth century, what has troubled men is the interest that women have shown in the sport itself.

“What is it? Why is it football takes such a hold on them,” asks a 1913 New York Times essay, “makes them new people, turns the rules upside down and complicates the woman problem a hundredfold? It’s a chapter the psychologists have yet to write.” The essay continued, insinuating that women were attracted to the physicality and aggressive nature of football due to innate, primal instincts. “The cave woman watched her man cleave his axe into a head of an animal, yowled and howled, with all the satisfaction of an appetite appeased,” it read. Even a hundred years ago, it seems—and despite the author’s ludicrous scorn and warped bigotry—women were “hungry” for football.

What men, and society in general, have failed to understand is actually far less complex and analytical. It’s rather simple. There’s something about the elements of football that appeal to the human psyche, regardless of gender. It’s a team-oriented sport that focuses on both physical and mental capabilities, and yet there’s an opportunity for players to shine in their individual positions. There’s a great deal of strategy to every play call, whether on offense or defense, and the tempo is fast-paced from start to finish. It’s also a lot of fun.

But women weren’t given the chance to experience football in all its glory and immerse themselves in the game. Instead, they were relegated to the sidelines while they watched their male counterparts take part in the enjoyment.

At some point, it was only natural that they began to whisper boldly to themselves, I want to do that, too. And in the 1970s and 1980s—against all the odds, against every prejudice—a league of women did just that.

In 1970, the Philadelphia Inquirer published an “Action Line” column that featured questions with answers by the editorial staff. One woman from Lewisburg, Pennsylvania, had asked, “My brother says I’m a pretty good football player and I’m thinking of turning professional. Only trouble is, I’m a girl.”

The response she got was promising.

“You may not be able to break the sex barrier and join the Eagles, but there’s a place waiting for you on the Pittsburgh Hurricanes,” the editors replied. “Professional female footballers are the brainchild of theatrical agent Sid Friedman. [He] Recruited the first team—USA Daredevils—in Cleveland, O., four years ago as a comedy attraction. Girls didn’t think it was so funny; they wanted to play serious ball. Now, there are four teams in the all-gal league, including the Hurricanes.”

Over the course of a decade, women’s football teams sprung up across the country. Many were no more than local affairs. And while some teams knew and played one another, others seemingly arose of their own accord, fulfilling the wishes of their players. Some—spurred by the ambitions, but not the brains, of the agent Friedman—dreamed of a national women’s football league to mirror the NFL itself. For a time, this dream seemed far from impossible. And eventually, it became a reality with the formation of the National Women’s Football League in the early 1970s.

In the press, the players’ looks were always described before their playing abilities. The women had to answer questions about whether playing football meant they supported women’s lib. They always had to talk about what their (male) partners thought about their affinity for this contact sport, even though the league existed in a post-Stonewall world and many of the teams served as safe places for lesbian women to be themselves.

The women competed against each other. In some cases they even hated each other. Some teams didn’t even know others existed, because they never played each other at all. But what they all had in common was a love for a game society told them they shouldn’t (and couldn’t) be playing.

Even as they battled each other on the field, players also battled for control of the league and their teams off the field. In some cases, they took on the male owners; but most often, they were subject to the whims, decisions, and financing of the men bankrolling and coaching the teams. The men in women’s football controlled the money, and they weren’t willing to invest the same resources or long-term capital, or provide the same number of chances that men’s teams are given. The women played, and practiced, and hurt their bodies, often for no payment at all.

Still, in at least nineteen cities around the United States, from 1974 to 1988, the women of the NWFL broke the mold for what a football player was supposed to look like. Thousands of people came to watch; perhaps to gawk at first, but then, in the end, to cheer on the players. Though the fanfare wouldn’t last, the players got to experience what it felt like to hear the roar of a crowd whenever they scored a touchdown or won a game. And it was exhilarating.

They were Linda Jefferson, the best halfback to ever play the game, who had five straight seasons with the Toledo Troopers where she rushed for over 1,000 yards and averaged 14.4 yards per carry. She would go on to become the first Black woman inducted into the Semi-Pro Football Hall of Fame and one of only four women in the American Football Association Hall of Fame. They were Oklahoma City Dolls quarterback Jan Hines, who led her team to delivering the Troopers their first loss after five undefeated seasons, as well as the Dolls’ own undefeated season during which they allowed opponents only eight points all year. They were Rose Low of the Los Angeles Dandelions, a first-generation Chinese American and multisport athlete who legitimized the game during TV appearances alongside Billie Jean King. And they were Trooper Mitchi Collette, who has become a legend in the sport and has kept a women’s football team going in Toledo for fifty years.

In many ways, the 1970s were the perfect time for a women’s professional football league to take hold. It was during the pinnacle of second-wave feminism and the women’s liberation movement, and women were gaining ground in athletics, as well. The passage of Title IX in 1972 and Billie Jean King’s victory in the “Battle of the Sexes” in 1973 set the stage perfectly for the NWFL to debut the following year. But perhaps the world wasn’t as ready for the league as the athletes may have hoped.

Though it didn’t last, the legacy of the NWFL and its players endures today. More and more, women are becoming an integral part of professional football at all levels, from reffing and commentating to coaching and being NFL owners. There are at least four women’s football leagues operating in the United States today, none of which would have existed without the NWFL.

Even while relegated to the sidelines and lacking equal opportunity or access to participate in its evolution, women have persistently managed to find a way to immerse themselves in the sport. Today, statistics show that the number of girls who play eleven-person football is on the rise, while the number of boys is declining.

This is a trend that’s only increasing: The Utah Girls Tackle Football League started in 2015 with fifty girls and grew to over four hundred by 2018, doubling in size each season. All-girls tackle teams have also popped up in Indiana and Georgia. Beverly, Massachusetts, has an all-girls flag football team. And in February 2021, Nike announced that it had partnered with the NFL in a multiyear initiative (with five million dollars in funding) dedicated to growing girls’ flag football in high school athletics. This rapid expansion can be credited to the increasing visibility of girls who play: if you see it, you can be it. And none of it would exist at all without the women of the NWFL paving the way.

Today, because of Title IX and the women who were determined to make an impact in women’s sports, there are ten times as many girls participating in high school athletics as there were in 1972. That’s an increase of more than 1,000 percent. The NWFL and the women’s opportunity to play were both the result of the women’s athletic expansion and equality movement, and also made them active participants in it.

“In a very few years from now, professional football could be changed in a big way, regarding women participants. Under Title IX, women must be given equal opportunity in athletics, in public high schools and universities,” a woman named Pam Royse wrote in a 1978 Toledo Troopers’ game program. “And so it may be, that out of Some-Town, USA, comes a new breed of female football player. Having had the advantages of competing with and against men, she is physically better for that experience.”

During the Super Bowl LIII telecast in February 2019, Antoinette “Toni” Harris—a little-known female community college football player at the time—appeared in a new Toyota commercial. The commercial celebrated Harris, who played free safety on defense, as the first woman in history to be offered a college football scholarship in a full-contact position from a four-year university. By the end of her community college football career at East Los Angeles College, Harris had received six scholarship offers. In February 2020, she appeared in the “NFL 100” commercial spot opening for Super Bowl LIV, alongside a handful of NFL legends and football trailblazers.

It’s not hard to look at Harris’s recent achievements and trace them back to the NWFL. East Los Angeles College (ELAC) is the same school that Rose Low attended when she first started playing football for the Los Angeles Dandelions, a team that formed in 1973. It’s an uncanny connection that threads far deeper than most people realize.

“When I was a student at ELAC in the early seventies, one of our female professors and coaches, Flora Brussa, went to Washington as part of a team to write Title IX. That law made it possible for our women’s sports program to begin,” Low explained. “When that door opened for us, who would have imagined that a female would play on the men’s [football] team fifty years later and then be offered a scholarship to play at a four-year school? Maybe because a few of my schoolmates and I dared to play tackle football back then, a seed was planted for the women who followed to try.”

Harris isn’t the first woman to ever play football on a men’s team at the college level. And she isn’t the last. Sarah Fuller, a senior at Vanderbilt University and goalkeeper on the women’s 2020 SEC Champion soccer team, became the first woman to play in a football game in a Power Five conference in November 2020 when she successfully executed the kickoff at the start of the second half, cementing her place in the history books. She also became the first woman to score in a Power Five conference when she flawlessly kicked an extra point during a game in December that same year. But without those who came before Fuller and Harris, particularly those women who played in the NWFL, their achievements may not have been possible.

Royse predicted this very scenario: “Our new breed of athlete goes to college somewhere on an athletic scholarship. She is a good athlete, no doubt about it, and after college she decides to make a career in football. Shortly afterward, a men’s professional team takes its cue, realizing the publicity advantages of having a woman on the team. They offer her bigger money than a women’s team could ever dream of doing.”

But Royse cautioned women against taking that step, believing that when “a woman crosses that line in professional football, she takes with her everything the women’s teams have fought for and won.” Royse saw this crossover coming, where women would become athletic and talented enough to compete on men’s football teams, but that wasn’t their overall goal. The goal was to develop and grow the NWFL to such an extent that women wouldn’t have to compete on men’s teams—they’d have a thriving league of their own. “That woman” who joins a team of men “may gain a fabulous salary, but at the expense of her integrity, and that of every woman athlete,” Royse reasoned.

When talking about the legacy of the NWFL, we’re not just talking about women’s football specifically. We’re talking about the women who continued to pave the way for women in football, just as those who came before them did. When you look at professional football today, women are involved in nearly all facets of the game—media, promotion, coaching, ownership, social media, photography, broadcasting, and analysis.

In September 2020, history was made yet again when two women—Jennifer King for the Washington Football Team and Callie Brownson for the Cleveland Browns—worked on the sidelines as assistant coaches while longtime NFL referee Sarah Thomas was on the field. It was the first time three women stood tall on the gridiron in substantial roles during a regulation NFL game. Thomas also became the first woman to referee the Super Bowl, when she served as a down judge in Super Bowl LV.

The evolution of women in football didn’t start with the NWFL and it didn’t end when the NWFL folded. But it will always remain a significant point on the vast timeline of women’s football history. The women of the NWFL were the first—but they have not been recognized or included in the narrative of achieving the milestone of playing professional football.

Still, this is a story not of the league itself, nor of the men who funded and ran it. It’s not the story of how the NFL might change, or of a future where America has a robust ecosystem of women’s football teams across the country. Instead, this is the story of the women who played the game, the glory and pain it brought them, and, ultimately, what it meant to them.

During our research for this extensive project, we realized that telling a story that adequately captured the comprehensive history of the NWFL was impossible, due to the sheer number of women who played. Over six hundred players were involved in the NWFL during its run as a league. We reached out to as many of them as we could find, listened to their experiences on and off the football field, and gave them the attention they deserved, which is long overdue. Some of the stats in this book may be disputed or documented differently in different primary source documents; we have done the best we can to be as accurate as possible, but it’s hard to report on a league that lacked the mainstream attention or respect to have its records documented consistently in real time.

The players we were not able to reach or find, or who have passed away, have stories that deserve to be heard, too. While we were not able to highlight every player on every team, this book is for all of them—for every single woman who took the field and made it her own. Our goal is to write these women back into the narrative of football, where they have always been and undoubtedly belong.

While the groundbreaking story of the NWFL’s most successful team—the Troopers, the winningest team in pro football history, men’s or women’s—is beginning to be told and they are well known in Toledo itself, the rest of the league remains largely unknown. Until now, memorabilia that help tell the league’s story—newspaper clippings, hand-drawn football plays, team schedules, weathered game-day programs, old team clothes and uniforms, and many other significant items of that era—have remained hidden away in library archives and in basements and closets in players’ homes. Beyond the physical collections, however, are the voices of the players themselves, the stories of their lives on and off the field, and what the NWFL meant to them.

Not all teams were as successful on the field as the Troopers, of course. And that was to be expected from adults with no formal football experience. Toledo’s biggest rival was the Detroit Demons. It wasn’t an on-field rivalry so much—the Demons didn’t stand a chance against the Troopers and never managed to beat them—but there was no love lost between the teams. There were literal brawls on the field, and in one game, the Demons felt the hometown officials were being overly favorable to the Troopers, so they got in their cars during the third quarter and drove back to Detroit.

But that Detroit team is remarkable, too: It began as part of Friedman’s outfit as a gimmick team named the Detroit Petticoats. However, once the women got a taste of the game, they wanted to be taken seriously as a football team. They eventually rebranded themselves as the Demons and joined the NWFL. When the team decided to become a serious football operation and many of the original players left, “they left behind a team of not-so-gorgeous women who desperately wanted to play football, and a bunch of patrons who, after seeing one game, never returned,” wrote the Detroit Free Press. “It seems that once the girls put on the pads and helmets, the pretty, perfumed sight became bloody bad football.”

Even still, the players were undeterred. Just one year later, the press rebranded them from a fledgling group of terrible football players to a bunch of edgy women trying to subvert patriarchal ideas of femininity. The Times of Shreveport, Louisiana, ran a story describing a mother of four who swigged beer in just her shoulder pads in the locker room after the game, players whose boyfriends wouldn’t watch them play for fear the women would be injured, and a player who wanted to make sure people knew they may be playing football but they weren’t members of the dreaded women’s lib movement.

They may have been threatening the status quo in some ways, but not in any real way, they seemed to be saying. But change happens because everyday people refuse to cave to societal expectations. Yes, social movements are created on picket lines and in organizing meetings, but also in smaller acts involving individuals deciding to live the lives they want to live, naysayers be damned. In that way, the players were unwitting activists, whether they saw themselves that way or not.

These women came from diverse ethnic and racial backgrounds, largely from working-class homes. They were gay and straight; they were factory workers and mothers; they were beauticians and truck drivers. They overcame sexism, injuries, exhaustion, stereotypes, harassment, skeptics, and their own lack of training to become the first women’s pro football league in US history. This is the story of the girl gridders who took America by storm: the women of the NWFL.

The league itself was a Hail Mary pass: a long shot, something with a high likelihood of failure. It’s the pass you take because why the hell not, because the ball is in your hands and if you don’t do it, the chance for success goes from slim to none. The Hail Mary that was the NWFL may not have been a completed pass, but for a while, as it sailed through the air toward its receiver, it looked like it had a shot.

Gloria Jimenez, Toledo Troopers

Photo provided by Gloria Jimenez



It was a sweltering July night in Oklahoma City. At the 8 p.m. kick off it was still 92 degrees; down from a high of 99 earlier in the day. The heat, the local paper explained, was “wilting.”

The Oklahoma City Dolls were opening their 1976 season—their first season—by playing the Dallas–Fort Worth Shamrocks. “Man, I’m ready,” Doris Stokes, the Dolls’ starting right halfback, told the Daily Oklahoman. “I’m not scared about it at all, just excited.” Stokes was a twenty-one-year-old student at the University of Oklahoma and wore her hair in a big, perfectly round Afro, clocking in at 5’8” and 135 pounds. “I think we can handle Dallas,” she continued. “We really think we’re going to impress some people.” She was ready to “pop somebody good.”

“It would not surprise me if we were to have a sellout the first night,” Mike Reynolds told the Daily Oklahoman. Mike, along with his brother, Hal, were co-owners of the new Oklahoma City team. The Reynolds brothers hired an advertising agent to sell ads for the game programs, and sold reserved season seats for eighteen dollars per person for the seven home games. “It would surprise me if we have less than 4,000,” continued Mike. “Taft Stadium will seat 13,500, and it would not surprise me to have 13,500 there the first night.”

Mike later changed his estimate to six thousand fans on opening night. In reality, his lowest estimate was correct, and approximately four thousand people forked over the $3.50 to watch the debut of women’s professional football in Oklahoma City. And four thousand people, for a new team and venture, was nothing to sneer at. “My friends all like the idea. They all bought tickets to watch us play,” tackle, full back, and middle linebacker Frankie Neal said. “They all say, ‘I’ve just got to see this.’”

Some residents of Oklahoma City were already learning what it looked—and felt—like to have women on the field. In order to prepare for game play, the Dolls had been scrimmaging against local high school teams. Charlotte Gordon recalls the boys laughing at the Dolls, until they got out on the field together. “The greatest joy I got was beating the high school players when we would scrimmage them,” the two-way player said, reveling in the fact that the women had shut those boys up and showed them they could hold their own. It was a good day when the boys would walk off the field shaking their heads and saying, “Oh, man, they really play.” Their skill, Gordon said, was a surprise to everyone, except for the players themselves: “We knew what we wanted to do, and we knew how to go about it.”


  • “Educational, entertaining, and uplifting.”
     —Shea Serrano, New York Times bestselling author
  • “All too often, the history of women's sports lies buried beneath the surface, never seeing the light of recognition. Britni and Lyndsey do the historic work of bringing this story to life. In this vivid account, they give us a much needed record of the women who helped pave the way so we could all exist today. I'm grateful to know these women who blazed the trail I walked upon.”
     —Layshia Clarendon, WNBA player for the Minnesota Lynx
  • Hail Mary tells the definitive story of the National Women’s Football League—the touchdowns, the fumbles, the passion, the power. These are stories that nearly vanished—or in some cases, were purposely erased from football’s history—but through D'Arcangelo and de la Cretaz’ deep dive, they’re brought back to life in the voices of the players. The NWFL’s imprint on the game of football is indisputable.”
     —Tony Reali, host of ESPN’s Around the Horn
  • “De la Cretaz and D’Arcangelo graciously and painstakingly piece together the story of a rarely remembered league and the women whose love of football made the unlikely possible. The NWFL is an important part of the history of women’s sports, and in telling its story, the authors offer a throughline from the gridiron gals of yesteryear to the female footballers of today.”
     —Sarah Spain, host of ESPN’s Spain & Company
  • “Sport demands examination of its hidden histories, especially when involving groups of marginalized people. This book will be regarded as a classic of the genre. In the hands of Britni and Lyndsey, we are introduced to a world 99% of sports fans don’t know existed, and we are richer for it.”
     —Dave Zirin, author of A People’s History of Sports in the United States
  • Hail Mary is a glorious and galvanizing chronicle celebrating no-longer-forgotten gridiron greats.”—Oprah Daily
  • “You’ve likely heard of “A League of their Own,” a movie that captured the magic of a women’s pro baseball team that once thrived in the U.S. Britni de la Cretaz and Lyndsey D’Arcangelo deliver equally enjoyable stories of another remarkable professional women’s league that got little attention. They showcase the scrappy women’s pro football league that operated in the United States in the 1970s.”—Los Angeles Times, “10 sports books we loved in 2021”
  • “De la Cretaz and D’Arcangelo present an entertaining history of the National Women’s Football League… Without overstating the case, de la Cretaz and D’Arcangelo demonstrate how this overlooked chapter in American sports blazed a successful trail for today’s women athletes. This underdog story is a delight.”—Publishers Weekly
  • “If you think male football players are tough, step aside. Because female football players have to be tougher. Look no further than Hail Mary to see why.”—Yahoo Sports
  • “The authors bring these women — and their teams, and the struggles they faced, and the joys they felt — to life. The extensive research and reporting that went into the book is clear.”—Alma
  • “[S]portswriters Britni de la Cretaz and Lyndsey D’Arcangelo delve into the history of the largely forgotten women’s football league…readers come to know the players and the teams they called family. The authors strike a good balance between on-the-field and off-the-field action, making the reading as riveting as it is informative. Hail Mary is a necessary and comprehensive history of a league far ahead of its time.”—Christian Science Monitor

On Sale
Nov 2, 2021
Page Count
304 pages
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Frankie de la Cretaz

About the Author

Lyndsey D'Arcangelo writes about women's college basketball and the WNBA for The Athletic. Her articles, columns and profiles on female/LGBTQ+ athletes have previously appeared in The Ringer, Deadspin, espnW/ESPN, Teen VogueThe Buffalo NewsThe Huffington Post, NBC OUT and more. She received a Notable Mention in the 2018 Best American Sports Writing anthology for her story, "My Father, Trump and The Buffalo Bills." Lyndsey lives in Buffalo, NY. 
Frankie de la Cretaz is a freelance writer who focuses on the intersection of sports and gender. They are the former sports columnist for Longreads and for Bitch Media. Their work has appeared in the New York Times, Rolling Stone, espnW, Vogue, The Washington Post, Teen Vogue, The Ringer, Bleacher Report, The Atlantic, and more. Their work on racism in Boston sports media received the 2017 Nellie Bly Award for Investigative Journalism from the Transformative Culture Project, and that story was also a Notable Story in the 2018 Best American Sports Writing. Their writing on the queer history of women's baseball for Narratively was nominated for a prestigious baseball writing award, the 2019 SABR Analytics Research Award. They live in the Boston area.

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Lyndsey D’Arcangelo

About the Author

Lyndsey D’Arcangelo writes about women’s college basketball and the WNBA for The Athletic. Her articles, columns and profiles on female/LGBTQ+ athletes have previously appeared in The Ringer, Deadspin, espnW/ESPN, Teen VogueThe Buffalo NewsThe Huffington PostNBC OUT and more. She received a Notable Mention in the 2018 Best American Sports Writing anthology for her story, “My Father, Trump and The Buffalo Bills.” Lyndsey lives in Buffalo, NY. 

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