I believe we often forget or choose to forget that the Houston Texans, individually and collectively are first and foremost entertainers. The consumers: The fans and the city, alike, have bought into a desirable commodity that, in theory, brings in revenue (our revenue), and emboldens the intrinsic desire in mankind to see one group of people dominate another. Its a Paleolithic idea. It appeals to our reptilian brains that the mightiest among us should, and will, prevail. Therefore, starting off as an idea (because ideas only exist in the human mind) means that these entertainers these modern day gridiron gladiators are beholden to us: The leviathan, the city-group, for their livelihoodstheir very existence. So, are you entertained? Now that our Texans have razed the armory and taken bigger guns than most of the NFL, their entertainment value has finally hit the black. But, there were meager years. We asked for Avatar in 3-D, but instead, we got the Katzenjammer Kids. So, were you entertained for the last decade? They say that ultimately the quest for pleasure is the most painful journey of all. All of those days sitting in front of the television, burning our retinas to the sights of fumbles and follies, the days we spent bitching on the airwaves, having our hearts pulled out by an inferior form of entertainment and for what? We even use the term we when were speaking about them, the Texans. Were we entertained? What made us come back for more of the same bullshit? Is it this moment now that we're going to the playoffs? Or will it only end when the Texans have claimed the ultimate prize in the Super Bowl? And then what? Obviously the thirst for more victory will prompt our human nature to want it all and want it now! Strange, isnt it, that our entertainers are also our drug dealers? Play on Curtis Mayfield.