It took a few tries, but Bill Belichick appears to have finally produced a legitimate mini-me.
Romeo Crennel? Charlie Weis?
Cloning gone so terribly wrong.
The not-so-mini duo is more stump than it is a branch of the Belichick tree.
Eric Mangini?
OK, so you’ve got to have an evil twin, though if he were redheaded, he‘d be the perfect Belichick stepchild.
Josh McDaniels?
Now, that’s the ticket.
Sweatsuit and hoodie? Check.
Mockery of the injury report? Check.
Yeah, doc, I think we’re looking at a slight strain to the upper torso here.
As a lifelong Bronco fan and Jay Cutler apologist, I’ve got to say: pretty, pretty good.
McDaniels has something.
Recall the 2001 New England Patriots.
Bunch of no-namers, the kind of “whole that’s better than the sum of its parts” team. National media can’t quite figure it out.
I see that with my Broncs.
A ball-control offense, call it the neck-beard offensive.
Excellent offensive live, depth at the skill positions, disciplined front seven and an excellent secondary.
They’ve got a pee-wee league “rah-rah” to them. You almost expect to catch them sipping Capri Suns on a field trip to the park.
So he’s not the Dos Equis guy, but Mickey-D even has a personality. A step up from the old inanimate object on the field for sure.
