All things Belichick
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EEEGGGGGGGGGGGGGGSSSS!!!!!!
The Falcons sure under achieved this season with their DEI coach. It's a shame they didn't have a better option.
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Rob Gronkowski on His Relationship with Bill Belichick:
"I think he's misunderstood. People think he's this hard ass, but he's not. No one really knows anything about the dude, and they just judge him.
Me included. When I first got drafted by the Patriots, I didn’t know what to expect. I wanted to prove myself, so I showed up early to my first team workout. Locker room’s empty except for Bill. He’s changing. I catch a glimpse of his back and immediately recognize him. You know those ultra famous people you can identify from any angle. That’s Bill.
But then he turns around. And brother, I nearly dropped my gym bag.
Standing before me, in all his glory, was Bill Belichick shirtless with a set of absolute headlining breasts. And I don’t mean some ‘hey, maybe he put on a little weight’ dad chest. No. These were majestic. Full blown Super Bowl winning Hall of Fame caliber gazongas. I’m talking first ballot knockers.
He notices me staring. Starts walking over. These things? They move, man. They have presence. I can feel them in the room before he even speaks. And then he hits me with it.
‘Hey… Bill. You must be Rob.’
I have never been more intimidated in my life. And I went to the University of Arizona. I've seen some intoxicating medusas out in the desert.
But nothing... nothing... prepared me for the gravitational pull of those legendary warlocks. I mumbled something, made an excuse, and got the hell out of there before I lost myself completely.
Months go by. Season starts. But I’m a mess. Brady notices I’m distracted. Calls timeout mid huddle. He pulls me aside.
‘Gronk, what’s going on? You’re not locked in.’
I don’t even have to say it. He knows. He sees it in my eyes.
‘You saw Bill’s Lombardi Lumps, didn’t you?’
I nod. He sighs. Puts a hand on my shoulder.
‘Listen, man. We’ve all seen ‘em. He shows ‘em to every new player... to test us. To see if we’re mentally strong enough to move past them. Some don’t make it. Some never recover. That’s why we lost Welker. That’s why Bledsoe never played another snap here. You have to fight through it, man. We’re Patriots. It’s what we do.’
I swallow hard. I want to believe him. I want to move on. But then he leans in, real quiet.
‘Gronk… those hooters won us three rings.’
And that’s when it clicked. That’s when I understood.
Bill Belichick wasn’t just a genius coach... he was a man carrying an ancient burden. A forbidden gift bestowed by the football gods themselves. A cursed but beautiful power that only those inside the Patriots’ locker room would ever truly know.
So from that day forward, I played every snap for him. For us. For ... those.
And that’s why we’re a dynasty."
Rob Gronkowski on His Relationship with Bill Belichick:
"I think he's misunderstood. People think he's this hard ass, but he's not. No one really knows anything about the dude, and they just judge him.
Me included. When I first got drafted by the Patriots, I didn’t know what to expect. I wanted to prove myself, so I showed up early to my first team workout. Locker room’s empty except for Bill. He’s changing. I catch a glimpse of his back and immediately recognize him. You know those ultra famous people you can identify from any angle. That’s Bill.
But then he turns around. And brother, I nearly dropped my gym bag.
Standing before me, in all his glory, was Bill Belichick shirtless with a set of absolute headlining breasts. And I don’t mean some ‘hey, maybe he put on a little weight’ dad chest. No. These were majestic. Full blown Super Bowl winning Hall of Fame caliber gazongas. I’m talking first ballot knockers.
He notices me staring. Starts walking over. These things? They move, man. They have presence. I can feel them in the room before he even speaks. And then he hits me with it.
‘Hey… Bill. You must be Rob.’
I have never been more intimidated in my life. And I went to the University of Arizona. I've seen some intoxicating medusas out in the desert.
But nothing... nothing... prepared me for the gravitational pull of those legendary warlocks. I mumbled something, made an excuse, and got the hell out of there before I lost myself completely.
Months go by. Season starts. But I’m a mess. Brady notices I’m distracted. Calls timeout mid huddle. He pulls me aside.
‘Gronk, what’s going on? You’re not locked in.’
I don’t even have to say it. He knows. He sees it in my eyes.
‘You saw Bill’s Lombardi Lumps, didn’t you?’
I nod. He sighs. Puts a hand on my shoulder.
‘Listen, man. We’ve all seen ‘em. He shows ‘em to every new player... to test us. To see if we’re mentally strong enough to move past them. Some don’t make it. Some never recover. That’s why we lost Welker. That’s why Bledsoe never played another snap here. You have to fight through it, man. We’re Patriots. It’s what we do.’
I swallow hard. I want to believe him. I want to move on. But then he leans in, real quiet.
‘Gronk… those hooters won us three rings.’
And that’s when it clicked. That’s when I understood.
Bill Belichick wasn’t just a genius coach... he was a man carrying an ancient burden. A forbidden gift bestowed by the football gods themselves. A cursed but beautiful power that only those inside the Patriots’ locker room would ever truly know.
So from that day forward, I played every snap for him. For us. For ... those.
And that’s why we’re a dynasty."
