When I was watching us go down by 21 points in the first half.. I was thinking to myself how a performance like this used to put me in a bad mood for the rest of the day. And as I sat there shrugging it off.. I couldnt help but realize that this team really didnt have that kind of affect on me anymore.. I was not emotionally invested in their success like I used to be. So then the second half rolled around and we were playing like the team I expected us to be before the season started. We were shutting down a productive offense and we were making plays on offense. by the time we had tied it up... I had forgotten that Schaub had been throwing the ball like a 2nd string high school QB all game.. I had forgotten that our running game was more like a crawling game.. i had forgotten that our secondary wouldnt know an interception from an intervention... and that our defensive line was averaging less than one sack per game. I found myself on the edge of my seat.. emotionally invested again..cheering and yelling at the TV. And then when Schaub threw that interception I felt it sink in again. The bad mood.. I had allowed myself to get caught up in the game and was once again looking into the gaping maw of a horrible sunday afternoon. But I said screw it.. we are on fire.. we have climed a mountain and were ready to take the next step.. I knew our defense would stop Arizona and that we would get the ball again. So I sat there quietly and watched...and sure enough we stopped them, and we got the ball again..and Davis ran it back to their 40 yard line and I had to stand for there rest of the game. When we got it down to the 2 yard line I knew we were going to overtime.. I knew we would get the touchdown and have a shot at winning the game. And honestly.. if we HAD done that and had lost it in overtime..I probably would have been able to smile and say that we had taken a step and were gonna have a good year. But then we were sitting there.. 3rd and goal.. and the 2nd string high school QB returned.. and now.. after starting with 3 goal line attempts... we were down to our last play.. the last chance to make the TD... and I knew it was over. I knew that I had fallen into a huge trap by letting myself believe that a houston team... especially the texans.. would pull off an upset. The city of houston expended its "clutch win quota" in the 90s with the Rockets.. and we wont be getting another helping of it for at least a few more decades. So as I sat there knowing what was about to happen but hoping that this time I might be wrong.. and as I watched us run that pathetic Chris Brown ".2 yards and a cloud of fail" play... I felt sick. Literally sick.. as if I needed to throw up but didnt have the energy to do it. I want to be angry but so far have only been able to generate disgust and contempt for this team. This was a pathetic end to a pathetic performance by a team that has no chance of doing anything worth watching this season. We wont finish with a winning record.. if, by some miracle, we do.. it wont result in a playoff berth. If we manage to go 9-6 it will only prolong the rebuilding phase. We are a horrible team.. with horrible coaching...horrible players.. a horrible work ethic..and a winning attitude that doesnt deserve to even be called horrible because for something to BE horrible it first has to EXIST. I wish I had the energy and love for the game to migrate to a different team and support someone who actually WANTS to win.. but I dont. The Texans have beaten my love of football out of me.. and now all I can do is sit and wait for this team to do something, ANYTHING..that I can be proud of. I regret now that roughly 50% of my wardrobe is Texans gear.. because, if I didnt need the clothes, id be having a bonfire tonight. go to hell Texans. I came into this game thinking you were a losing team with bad coaching and a poor attitude.. and you tricked me into believing in you. In the end you were the team I thought you were.. and rediscovering it in a single afternoon has killed the last bit of love that I had left for you.