Whats going on here??? Last season, I verbally abused the Texans on this messageboard hopeing that they would get their heads out of their butts. This season, I have been quitely watching, waiting on my team to ... again ... get their heads out of their butts! With no success in sight, here I go again:
What a WASTE of a draft pick! Sometimes I even forget Williams is on the field. He has done nothing, produced nothing, defended nothing, and is nothing. This will go down in the record books as one of the worst picks of all time... anyone know what Ryan Leif is doing this season?
Carr, what a wreak! He's damaged goods and no longer capable of living up to his 'potential'. One too many cracks to the head would destroy anybody, and I give him credit for not playing in a wheelchair. But, I'm sure his brain is just mashed potatos he and needs to step down. Give someone else, who dosn't suffer from shell-shock, a chance. Carr, you've had yours.
Kubiak, the ghost of Capers lives in your house. He follows you to work, and sneeks inside your head when you call a play. It's only been 3 games since you climbed on board, but the 'open-mouth' 'what the heck just happened' 'I'm the ghost of football past' Capers is written on your face. Welcome to Houston.
I could go on and on, but after 5 years of watching the Houston Tragics, I'm finally done. Stick a fork in me mom, I'm cooked.
~Proteus
What a WASTE of a draft pick! Sometimes I even forget Williams is on the field. He has done nothing, produced nothing, defended nothing, and is nothing. This will go down in the record books as one of the worst picks of all time... anyone know what Ryan Leif is doing this season?
Carr, what a wreak! He's damaged goods and no longer capable of living up to his 'potential'. One too many cracks to the head would destroy anybody, and I give him credit for not playing in a wheelchair. But, I'm sure his brain is just mashed potatos he and needs to step down. Give someone else, who dosn't suffer from shell-shock, a chance. Carr, you've had yours.
Kubiak, the ghost of Capers lives in your house. He follows you to work, and sneeks inside your head when you call a play. It's only been 3 games since you climbed on board, but the 'open-mouth' 'what the heck just happened' 'I'm the ghost of football past' Capers is written on your face. Welcome to Houston.
I could go on and on, but after 5 years of watching the Houston Tragics, I'm finally done. Stick a fork in me mom, I'm cooked.
~Proteus
