So, you want to know who owns the New England Patriots? It’s not a guy in a tricorn hat, although that would be more fun. The answer is Robert Kraft, a man who looks like everyone’s favorite grandfather but runs his football empire like a mob boss with a heart of gold and a deadly spreadsheet. He bought the team in 1994 for $172 million—a price that today wouldn’t even get you a decent backup quarterback’s contract. Now, the franchise is worth over $6 billion, so you could say he made a solid investment, like buying a lottery ticket that also cured your baldness.
Kraft wasn’t always a billionaire who sniffs the air and decides to buy a dynasty. He started as a paper and packaging mogul—yes, he made his fortune from cardboard and toilet paper. That’s right: every time you flush, you’re essentially thanking the man who owns Tom Brady’s legacy. He also owns the Gillette Stadium, the New England Revolution soccer team, and a very impressive collection of Super Bowl rings that he probably wears on his toes at night.
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Here’s the surprising part: Robert Kraft is the longest-tenured owner in the NFL, but he wasn’t even the first choice to buy the team. The original plan was for a guy named James Orthwein to keep the Patriots from moving to St. Louis. Kraft swooped in like a hero in a suit, bought the team, and immediately started alienating everyone by demanding a new stadium. He didn’t just build a stadium—he built a palace with a lighthouse that shoots actual fireworks after touchdowns. The man loves his dramatic entrances.
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You might think owning the Patriots is all champagne and victory parades. But Kraft has faced real drama: the Deflategate saga, the Spygate scandal, and the time his wife Myra passed away. He responded by donating $20 million to charity in her name, then doubling down on winning. Let’s be honest: the NFL’s biggest villain is also its biggest softie. He once cried on national television after winning a Super Bowl. Hard to hate a guy who sobs over a trophy.
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Here’s the kicker: Kraft doesn’t actually run the football side of things. That’s Bill Belichick (or, more accurately, Eliot Wolf and the new front office). Kraft is the money guy, the strategist, the guy who negotiates TV deals and hires the people who hire the people. When Tom Brady left for Tampa Bay, everyone thought Kraft would have a heart attack. Instead, he smiled, bought a new yacht, and said, “Next man up.” The man is made of stainless steel and old money.
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But can we talk about his hands for a second? In almost every photo, Kraft has his hands clasped in front of him, like a Buddhist monk who just signed a billion-dollar contract. He also has a philanthropic side that’s almost as aggressive as his competitive side. He donated $7 million to a Boston hospital, gave $10 million to fight antisemitism, and funded a college scholarship program that makes you feel guilty for not doing your laundry. The man is basically a saint who happens to own a football team that once cheated by filming signals. (We don’t talk about that at brunch.)
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Technically, the Patriots are owned by Kraft Sports + Entertainment, which is controlled by Robert Kraft and his sons—Jonathan and Daniel. So it’s a family affair, like a mafia, but with less pasta and more tax write-offs. Jonathan Kraft is the team president, a guy who looks like he was cloned from a slightly more stressed version of his dad. Robert is still the final word on everything, though. He once fired a coach over the phone while eating a bagel.
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And here’s a fun fact: Kraft almost bought the New York Jets instead. Can you imagine? Tom Brady in a Jets uniform? The timeline would have shattered. He also tried to buy the Boston Red Sox but lost the bid. So, we owe a lot to his failure. The man’s greatest strength might be his timing—he bought the Patriots right before the NFL exploded into a money-printing machine. Just after the purchase, he famously said, “I’m not going to be the kind of owner who meddles in personnel decisions.” Then he meddled like a grandmother with too much time.
So, who owns the Patriots? A 80-year-old billionaire who wears a Patriots hoodie to the opera, cries at touchdowns, and has a Super Bowl ring for each finger and his left nostril. He’s the reason you can’t drive past Gillette Stadium without hearing “Free Bird” and smelling victory. If you see him in the stands, don’t ask him for an autograph. Ask him for a free season ticket. He can afford it.
In the end, Robert Kraft is just a guy who loved his father, his wife, and a football team. He’s the unchallenged emperor of a dynasty that will likely outlast the sun. And if you ever meet him, remember: the man owns your Sunday afternoons. Be nice. He might let you touch one of his six Lombardi Trophies. Then he’ll charge you for parking.
