COMMENTARY
Extra-belated congratulations, Robert and Jonathan.
You got your football team back last January from that certain brilliant, misanthropic, hoodied grunting ogre who hoarded championship rings right up until he didn’t.
Bill Belichick — said ogre — got an oversized portion of the dynasty-sustaining credit you seemed to believe belonged on your plate.
So after four adequate-to-disastrous post-Tom Brady seasons, you got him gone, and you got control.
It’s your team. It’s your show. But unless all self-awareness eludes the two of you like any decent running back eludes your linebackers, you know this in your bones: You haven’t got everything back.