An ode to Bill Belichick...
But I see your true colors
shining through
I see your true colors...
And I'll see your true colors
shining through
I see your true colors...
It takes an arrogant, true football coaching piece of feces to leave his team with time still left on the clock.
To head down the tunnel as your team watches a perfect season go down the shitter. To let your players wallow in the on-the-field bitterness of a dream season in ruins, without their Emperor to fall on the very same sword.
To do... just... to do that.
Jeysus Kreest, at least Nero had the common decency to stay around and play the fiddle while his empire burned all around him.
Doesn't matter if it was one second left with no hope, or two seconds left in 2004 when Randy Moss walked off the field with nary a glimmer of victory in sight.
I just hope the same vitriol that was spewed at Moss will come back on Mumbles. In spades.
Belichick's legacy isn't three Lombardi's, or Spygate I, or whatever comes out of Spygate The Sequel. No, rather, it's a small, narrow-minded, shallow, callous, mean-spirited little man walking off the field with time still left on the clock.
"Tarnished"
THAT is the legacy of the modern-day Napoleon.