Love a good scenario and as a fan of science fiction it's easy to imagine a future where League was played yonks ago, relegated to the archives like all 'grinding' games. Insurmountable issues such as concussion litigation and player burnout have seen all gladitorial sport gone the way of the ancient Romans.
The new media money spinner is the fabulous Rugby League Nines, born in Auckland, NZ, and over the years spread to countries that the old dragonian game couldn't interest. A game so fast that being tackled with the ball is considered a sign of weakness, unloads considered obligatory so gang tackles obsolete.
Concussion a rare occurence that means instant removal as all nine players must be as sharp as a tack at all times, any contact above the shoulder is an instant 5 minute sin bin. Players have become almost regimented to the optimum height, weight and shape so that positions are readily interchangeable, speed and line breaking the overriding criteria. Thankfully the sport called 'Union' is still available for men who's bodies are not up to standard requirements.
The old game can still be seen around some local watering holes where men talk of the time when it was epitomised by something called Origin, played between two states of one country, a self centred regime that stifled the significance of all other competitions. Slow and dangerous it's hard to imagine how a crowd of people could sit through 80 minutes of wrestling on the ground and haphazard regulation.
Yes, hard to imagine a game that had time for thuggery, holding a player in a tackle while another tried to incapacitate by diving at legs, not to mention the incredulous stoppages. The period it took for the Nines to relegate the old game must have been excrutiating but the end result is now saleable to all countries