The greatest coach in the history of the modern NFL — a league designed to disband dynasties and exhaust the men attempting to maintain them — jostled a microphone into place and sighed.
“All right, well,” Bill Belichick said from a podium late last Saturday, “I thought that was a real good effort by our team tonight.”
A speaker system amplified his remarks, but his voice still barely reached the back of the small auditorium on the ground floor of Gillette Stadium. During a divisional playoff weekend marked by hysteria and histrionics, from the jubilation in Minnesota to the trash-talking from Jacksonville to the wagon-circling in Philadelphia, Belichick and his New England...
It was such a challenge to find a photo of a grumpy Belichick.