Begun, the War on Belichick Has: The Entire Internet is Brutally Attacking Him Now That He's Down

Somehow suffering the worst loss in a career that has been the stuff of mythic legend wasn't humiliating enough. Neither was giving up 48 straight points. Or going a full 2 hours and 8 minutes between completed passes:

No, when this is Bill Belichick, who just spent a quarter of a century harvesting souls, when he's down, the world has to take its shot at kicking him. With steel-toed boots. With blades sticking out of the front like some redneck goon at the Double Deuce. 

For me personally, especially during Belichick's time in New England, I've always believed that when your enemy is down, it's the perfect time to kick him. He's right at shoe level and you don't have to put in as much effort, and your kicks are much more effective. But still. Getting dunked on by Sonny Dykes? Things getting so bad they put Kirk Herbstreit's dog on the broadcast?

That's degradation no great man should have to suffer. This has to be some kind of violation of the United Nations Convention Against Torture and Other Cruel, Inhuman or Degrading Treatment or Punishment or the Geneva Convention or something. The Hooded One is the architect of some of the great moments in the history of tackle football. He has gameplans in the Pro Football Hall of Fame. He built the greatest Dynasty the world has known out of the pile of rubble and ashes Pete Carroll left behind in 2000. 

But after last night, he's vulnerable. Wounded. His soft underbelly is exposed. There's a sense he's reached the Fat Elvis stage of his life, on the Vegas Strip sweating through his gold lame' jumpsuit, mumbling the words to "Suspicious Minds" through the mental haze of the peanut butter and barbiturate sandwich just ate. And no one seems to be willing to give him this first game mulligan. Not one person.

Certainly they're not leaving Chapel Bill's personal life out of this:

Or miss on the opportunity to bring up his post-Tom Brady career:

Questioning his next career move has been a common theme:

As has just generally savaging the man for his last career move:

And all this was just from last night. In the days and weeks to come, as the utter devastation of losing to TCU by 31 points in prime time truly sinks in, the anti-Belichick extremists who've been waiting decades for their chance to shame and humiliate the diabolical genius who has haunted their dreams will sense his weakness and move in for the kill. 

Fine. Take your shots. Now is your chance. But let me just first forewarn you of whom you're dealing with. This is still William fricking Belichick. It's not the time he's been down. They called him crazy for quitting his job in New York. Called him "Duplicitous pond scum" in New England. Said, "They hate their coach." Called him a cheater a hundred different times. And he just found his way back to glory. 

What is he? He's a lion:

"You watch those nature documentaries on the cable? You see the one about lions? You got this lion. He's the king of the jungle, huge mane out to here. He's laying under a tree, in the middle of Africa. He's so big, it's so hot. He doesn't want to move. Now the little lions come, they start messing with him. Biting his tail, biting his ears. He doesn't do anything. The lioness, she starts messing with him. Coming over, making trouble. Still nothing. Now the other animals, they notice this. They start to move in. The jackals; hyenas. They're barking at him, laughing at him. They nip his toes, and eat the food that's in his domain. They do this, then they get closer and closer, bolder and bolder. Till one day, that lion gets up and tears the shit out of everybody. Runs like the wind, eats everything in his path. Cause every once in a while, the lion has to show the jackals, who he is."

He's King of the Jungle, until proven otherwise. Have your fun while you can. His story is not over.