Butler joined the Falcons in 1981, when Glanville was defensive coordinator under Leeman Bennett. When he heard last year that Glanville would be returning to Atlanta, Butler warned the younger players, "Get ready, we're going to strap it on every day." But he also told them, "If you run to the ball and hit, he'll love you."
Beyond that, Glanville leaves his players alone. "With Jerry, we're so loose," says Butler. Critics call the Glanville phenomenon rah-rah football. Butler calls it "fun football." By style and by Glanville's own analogies, it's biker football.
"What kind of motorcycles do I ride?" he asks, pointing to pictures in his office of him on Harley-Davidsons. "Is that the best motorcycle made in the world?" He shakes his head and says, "But it is the attitude. Is this the best team in the world? No. But we've got the best attitude."
Glanville not only allows loud music in the locker room but also provides the tapes and the stereo system. After Sunday's game with Seattle, the urge upon entering the locker room was to ask the cop on the door what the cover charge was. At somewhere above 120 decibels, enough to make the walls throb, the Falcons were playing a tape by a group called The Escape Club. The song, of course, was Wild, Wild West.