Let’s be real: you can’t talk about Patriots head coaches without first acknowledging the elephant in the room—or should I say, the hoodie. Bill Belichick wasn't just a coach; he was an institution, a walking, grumpy system of football genius and sideline scowls.
For twenty-four years, he dictated everything. The roster, the weather, the post-game press conference vibe. You know the drill: "We're on to Cincinnati." It was great when it worked, but it created a shadow that no successor can simply walk out of.
Now, thanks to his departure, we get to watch the attempted succession. And let me tell you, friends, it’s been a rollercoaster built by a committee of accountants.
