I’m a card-carrying introvert who speaks few words but has an inner life that can’t stop babbling. I have often wondered (to myself, of course) if former NFL great football coach, now North Carolina Tar Heels not-so-great football coach Bill Belichick’s mind works the same way. While talking – okay, mumbling – to reporters after another bone-crushing loss, could his mind be working overtime as monosyllable tidbits drop from his lips?
Coach Belichick: Questions?
Reporter: Coach, your team was losing so badly today your opponents offered to play blindfolded and hopping on one leg. Can you explain how you deal with this total ineptitude?
Belichick: There are some areas we need to work on.
Belichick to himself: The same questions week after week. Don’t these idiot reporters have anything else to ask other then, “Why did your team stink up the place?” I’ll tell you how I deal with one loss after another: I’m Bill Belichick, dammit! … Oh, come on. Who am I kidding? This was the most humiliating beating yet! …. Why did I take this job?
Belichick to reporters: Next question.
Reporter: Coach, why did your team punt three times on first downs?
Belichick to himself: Why do they always let this bozo reporter sit up front? Same with the guy sitting next to him who always reeks of B.O. I’m so tired of not breathing through my nose. And what’s with the chubby guy who always looks like he’s about to ask a question, then takes a sip of coffee?
Belichick to reporters: I think it was four times.
Belichick to himself: Dammit Bill! Focus! A few more three-word responses and you’ll be out of here. … Oh God, I’m too old for this! I could be laying on a beach somewhere, with a nubile young girlfriend trying to sell me Girl Scout cookies. … Take another question!
Belichick to reporters: Next question.
Reporter: Bill, do you stand by your decision to hire your nephew as an assistant coach even though he said his long-term goal is raising hamsters in New Zealand?
Belichick to reporters: I treat everyone on my staff –my sons, my nephews, friends of friends, my accountant’s kids – the same.
Belichick to himself: Why can’t I say no to these people? Why did I hire my ex-wife’s new husband’s ex-con son as my defensive coordinator? And how can I concentrate when Jordon keeps texting me about shopping for thongs and end tables? Note to self: Don’t bring the phone to any more games.
Belichick to reporters: Any other questions?
Reporter: Coach, do you have any second thoughts about taking on the responsibilities of coaching a major college football team?
Belichick to reporters: No.
Belichick to himself: Jordon said it would be good for her brand. What brand? Gold Diggers R’ Us? I’m contradicting myself, but why am I even with this woman/child. She’s young enough to be my daughter’s daughter. I’ve never heard anyone say the word “like” so many times. Sometimes I want to, like hit her, like on the head to, like make her stop! Oh my God, now I’m, like saying it!
Belichick to reporters: I think that, like wraps it up.
Reporter: Any last thoughts, coach?
Belichick to reporters: On to Syracuse – and then to Target for end tables.
Comedy writer Ben Alper has written for Jay Leno, David Letterman and others. He is the author of “Live From the Beginning of Time: Late Night Comedy Monologues Through the Ages”









