But it’s literally the reporter’s job to ask it anyway.

How is, “Are you going to get another QB to back up Brissett” a stupid question?

I agree that he’s a great coach, and I think he’d be less of a prick if Kraft told him to cool it. He’s a smart guy, and would figure out how to do that part of his job without being an asshole if someone told him it was even passingly important.

When someone asks me a stupid question, I try not to be a total prick to them.

I think you’re right that that’s what’s happening. But I think that acting like a thing that is *part of your job* is beneath you is de facto dickish, especially when a bunch of other people’s jobs (reporters) depends on you doing it.

I mean, he can either answer or not answer. But if his position is “I don’t want to answer,” then either say that or dance around it, rather than pretending like the question itself is somehow an affront.

To be honest, I don’t love Pop’s act, either. If he really feels like the questions he gets are so stupid (and sure, some of them really are), then either brush them off amiably or tell people what you actually think there’s value in talking about.

Well, I don’t know about “every other setting.” Dude never smiles, and when he does, it looks like it hurts.

I feel like I know a bunch of unproductive assholes. My neighbor, for example.

A lot of times the questions aren’t stupid. Last week he went icy-death-king on a guy who was just trying to get him to talk about whether they’d bring in an outside quarterback since Jimmy was hurt.

For real question: I’m a nominal Pats fan (I live here, but care more about college ball than pro, and I ask, is Belichek’s dickishness somehow essential to his success? He seems like such an unnecessary prick. But then you look at the greats -- Jordan, Kobe, Tiger Woods -- and a lot of them were pricks, too.

This is dumb, and you should feel bad.

Do you guys get bored writing this?

No love for KJ.

I probably do need a shrink. Probably not because I wear a Sox cap to cover my bedhead, though.

Thank God you’re here to provide my life with meaning.

If you knew me, you would not consider accusing me of being “fashionable.”

I’m 34. Although I spent a couple of years in the Boston area as a kid, I mostly started rooting for them (to the extent that I rooted for anybody -- I only pay attention to baseball in October, if at all), in college, because fuck the Yankees. So, my “long suffering fandom” was mostly the 2003 playoff collapse where…

When the concept of greater than and less than gets labeled a “hot take,” you know we’ve reached peak hot take, and the term no longer has meaning.

Not great at math, but my initial calculations suggest that 70 is higher than all those other numbers.