Saturday, July 30, 2011

Silence of the Hams

The Patriot's recent free agent acquisitions and trades, in correlation to a movie that I am currently watching on Netflix Instant, have reminded me of one thing: Bill Bellichick is evil. Pure evil. And pure brilliance. He is the Hannibal Lecter of the NFL, without a doubt.

No one can take a raw, under-utilized person and turn them into gold quite like he can. He chatters, does this hissing *click-clickity-click* thing with his teeth (he also ate a census taker with fava beans, like Lecter), and torments his men with mind games. But he brings out their absolute best, if they can take his will being imposed upon them, having their individual wills broken, and their flamboyant personalities shed like so many scales. He whispers "JUMP!" and his men ask "How high?". He takes boys and makes them men, he takes men and makes them machines.

If you want the best out of a cheap fantasy player, look to the Pats. They have Lecter's genius driving the good, blue-chip Clarice types, and his evil brilliance motivating the NFL's Buffalo Bills.

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