Before moving to Boston in May to start writing for the Globe, I feel like I had the typical outsider’s impression of Bill Belichick. He’s grumpy. Cold and calculating. Hates fulfilling his media duties. And takes no joy in winning, sucking all the fun out of a kid’s game.
Then I moved here, got a front-row seat to the action, and even a few peeks behind the curtain. I quickly discovered that Belichick is hardly a monster; his press conference soliloquies on scouting matchups and NFL history are always fascinating, and he occasionally displays a sarcastic wit and even breaks into a smile.