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Bill Belichick, age and uprooting

Tuesday 1/9/24

People speak with such certainty about things in life and things in sports, as though they couldn't be wrong. But when they are wrong, they just move on. Listen to people. What they are saying is gospel in their minds. Note the qualifiers. Their tone. Their confidence. Then, when they are wrong, it's like it all was never said.

You hear this on sports radio. How does anyone take any of those people seriously? One could say that that's not the point. So what is the point then? Stupidity? It's not humor and entertainment. It's like this verbal bowel movement but done as if endorsed by God. Then, eh, whatever, wrong again, on to the next thing. I don't think people even note that they were wrong.

Yesterday I heard an old meathead ask another old meathead here in the North End--with the usual mangling of the language--if the Patriots had fired Bill Belichick yet. He was shocked they hadn't.

I have no idea what will happen. If I don't have a good idea of what will occur, that most likely means a number of things are on the table.

Here's what I think people are overlooking: This man doesn't want to uproot his life at seventy-two and start over again in some place 1000 miles away. I don't think many septuagenarians are up for that and I don't think he is either.

He might not have a say, but I'd be very surprised if he isn't looking to remain where he is, even with loss of "power." I think he wants to hang on here.

As for the record for coaching wins: This doesn't mean much. He already has the record: the Super Bowl wins record. That's the record that matters and shines brightest for NFL coaches. Not total wins.

I know age can be whatever, and not more than what one allows it to be or not be, and age itself right now isn't what age was--I mean, look at Bob Dylan, the Stones, and Paul McCartney--but for what it's worth: Chuck Noll and Bud Grant were both done with coaching while still in their fifties. Bud Grant lived a long time--he had almost another forty years of life left.

But me, I don't know. Couldn't tell you with this one.

Always nice to see stellar sign grammar, too, from these hoi polloi representatives. That would be the Beatles' "No Where Man" to this guy. And what is that? A ripped off hunk of a pizza box?


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