Rubber Bowl - Potential USFL Team and Purchase of The Rubber Bowl

Potential USFL Team and Purchase of The Rubber Bowl

On June 28, 2012, it was revealed that the United States Football League is pursuing the Rubber Bowl for a potential team called the "Akron Fire." Sean Mason of Team1 Marketing Group, who is leading the Akron venture, argues that even though InfoCision Stadium is newer, the Akron Fire's ability to generate revenue would be less due to the University of Akron controlling concession and marketing rights, and by buying the Rubber Bowl outright it could also be used for other sporting events and concerts. Mason claims the City of Akron is supportive of Team1 Marketing Group's effort to potentially buying out the stadium although it would require extensive renovations.

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