I grew up in New England and like any good Irish Catholic boy, I went to church every Sunday, and counted down the minutes until it was over so I could grab a couple of donuts and head home to watch the Patriots. The whole religious thing didn’t really stick for me, that is until I found the new Holy Trinity or du-inity, bi-god, in, Bill Belichick and Tom Brady.
Belichick represented everything I believed in. Love for the game of football, history, teamwork and winning. When he traded away Drew Bledsoe or cut Layer Milloy or traded Jamie Collins I questioned him and every time he proved me wrong. He divinely zigged while everyone zagged, he did things his own way all while being crucified by the media at every turn, and having Satan aka Roger Goodell and the owners try to tear him down. Bill Belichick is my guiding light. The man I pray to. This book, however, isn’t the Bible.
It’s got a few nice tidbits, some interesting stories, but ultimately the problem is it’s not for die-hard football fans or Patriots’ fans and it’s also not really a self-help book for the average person. It’s somewhere in between. But the man brought us 6 championships, so he can do no wrong in my eyes. I give this book a 6 out of 5, a star for each Super Bowl he brought us.