Bill Belichick's UNC football team reportedly lands docuseries deal after all
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Belichick, meanwhile, gave a different reasoning for why UNC's deal to appear on 'Hard Knocks' didn't come to fruition.
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'And the 'Hard Knocks' thing, you know, like, just for the record, 'Hard Knocks' is training camp,' Belichick
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'There's film issues, too, but forget about the film issues. Like, just say you could straighten all those out. The 'Hard Knocks' just didn't fit for us. That's the bottom line.'
Belichick's comments from the 'Pivot Podcast' might be an indication that the Hulu docuseries will focus on UNC's entire season. It wouldn't be the first time that Belichick has allowed camera crews to follow him for an entire year. Belichick granted NFL Films behind-the-scenes access to the Patriots' 2009 season for the inaugural edition of NFL Network's 'A Football Life.'
The news of UNC's docuseries deal comes at the end of another week where Belichick made multiple headlines. On Wednesday,
Belichick's first season at UNC will officially kick off on Sept. 1, when it hosts TCU. Expectations on how the Tar Heels will do in Belichick's first year seem to be wide-ranging, but DraftKings Sportsbook has placed their win total at 7.5 and is giving them the ninth-best odds to win the ACC (+4000).
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