I had heard that Brady personally put his stamp of approval on Bowles taking over, possibly because he
wasn't looking for any interference or 2nd opinions and knew that was his guy.
Whenever I happen to see a game where he is the HC, and his team is (usually) getting their brains beaten out,
I enjoy looking at the vague, slightly bemused expressions on his face. It's like he's at a Pancake House and
some kid a few tables over projectile vomited. He's not happy to be in the general vicinity, but it's got nothing to do with him, so....
Sometimes he gets a distinct "does anybody have any cheese curls?" expression on his face, but you just know '
he's too proud to ask for a bag right in the middle of a horrific loss.
The man is a cipher. The sphinx of the sidelines. Todd Fucking Bowles. And everybody loves him.
I wake up screaming some nights because of a recurring dream I have that Kraft fires Bill and hires Bowles.