FLOWERY BRANCH — Bryan Cox isn’t from the old school. Bryan Cox is the clay that’s mixed with the shale and fired in a kiln that’s heated to 2,000 degrees to make the bricks that’s brought out to the country on an empty hillside to build the old school.
Bryan Cox looks at you with your new-agey, touchy-feely coaching ways, laughs, spits musket balls at the ground and tells you to your face what’s right, what’s wrong, who’s tough, who’s soft, his way and the wrong way.
“All these young coaches, young general managers,” said the Falcons’ defensive line coach, as if suddenly looking for a coconut to crush with his hands.