I can't believe how wrong I was in not wanting Wade Phillips here. I was so wrapped up in not wanting anymore .500ish "Gary-Ball" that I didn't want the defense to get better. I wanted the entire thing thrown out the window (baby AND bathwater) and if I'd had my way the Football Gods would still be angry with Houston I think. Today I don't claim to know that they aren't angry with us any longer. That would be a grave mistake. No one knows the minds of the Football Gods or should presume to. Instead I'm going to simply say that I think Houston may have taken a step toward rectifying the New Years Eve Massacre by bringing a Phillips back to town and employing him in the same capacity that he once held with the Houston Oilers. A Phillips walks the Astro-domain again and I think this pleases the Football Gods. Lets face it, wasn't that really when everything went wrong? Bud fires Bum and destroys the communities ongoing Luv-Ya-Blue love affair with it's NFL team. Nothing was ever right again. The Oilers built an arguably better team after that and it was still somehow wrong. We got better but it didn't seem better. It didn't feel better. It always felt like the other shoe was about to drop (and it always did). The day Bud fired Bum the Football Gods turned their backs on this town. Losing the two AFC Championship games in Pittsburgh wasn't a sign of Football God anger. That was just the NFL tempering our connection with the team. That was adversity pulling us all together and making us stronger. It had none of the sickening feeling to it that the later defeats in Denver & Buffalo would bring. Then the Texans came to town and while it was right at the same time it has always still been a little wrong so often. The bad drafts and snake-bit nature of the early years was maybe a little worse than we expected. Even the opening win against Dallas seemed merely to serve as a setup for the coming kick to the nuts in San Diego. Last season the stream of improbable losses alone was enough to get us talking about the anger of the Football Gods. I confess I had no idea how we might go about getting them to turn their wrath elsewhere. Neither did anyone else apparently. Then two things happened. We began running the football well and a Phillips came to town to make the defense work correctly. Things have seemed "right" ever since. That's how I feel anyway.