If you get your "happiness" from a football team's success then you must have been very, very unhappy last season. I know I was. I actually felt bad for this team -- probably even worse than Capers felt, if that is possible. In fact, I was there in Reliant Stadium sitting in my seat last year when a large chunk of so-called "Texans fans" didn't even bother to show up with tickets they had already paid for and were actually hoping the team would lose. And now I imagine some of these same so-called "fans" are talking about how "negative" I am and how awful I am for no longer waving the pompoms. Yeah, some fans. Some of these so-called "fans" literally laughed at me when I told them, yes, I was going to the game on Sunday despite the fact that the team is dead in the water. In turn, they called me "a dyed-in-the-wool" Texans fan because I was there during the team's darkest times. And let's make this clear: Just because I don't wave the pompoms for the Texans anymore and won't drink the Kool Aid doesn't mean that I don't love the NFL. Yeah, I will slam this organization because -- instead of improving -- they have made obvious mistakes from the get-go and continue to compound these errors to such an extent that I personally have long since given up hope that they have any idea of knowing what to do. But one thing is for certain. When this team once again goes into the tank and half the stadium is empty come mid-season, I will still be there in person, sitting in my seat and watching the game while tens of thousands of so-called "fans" don't even bother to show up and use the tickets they have already paid for. Of course, this isn't atypical in Houston. The so-called "football fans" deserted the Oilers by the tens of thousands when they announced the move to Nashville when instead they should have mobbed the turnstiles, realizing that their time to see NFL football was very limited.
