“What world class golf course we headed to today? Oh, Pebble Beach? Fancy. K, I’ll go get my best grey sweatsuit.”
Bill Belichick dresses up for no man.
PS – What I wouldn’t give to see inside Bill’s mind here. It’s probably like Patrick Bateman when he’s fantasizing about murdering dudes with an ax. Bill’s just waiting to run over to Peyton and take his head off with a putter. Like a lion stalking his prey.