This is probably going to be just about my only post in the Bullpen for the foreseeable future, but I thought it was a point that stands to be made for perspective. Most will probably ignore it, and I am sure that some have already grasped it, but I thought I'd state it for those few who might feel better to internalize it. Before I get to my point, congratulations, Vince. You made some great plays. I do not and nor will I ever worship you or plan my life around your calendar or reminding the Texans F.O. of your everlasting worthiness, but you are an exciting football player and you provided the exclamation point on a tough loss in spectacular fashion. Congratulations to the Texans, insofar as I felt that you fought hard and did a lot of good things in a tough loss. Back to the practice field, as we look ahead to New England. Now, for my point. I'm not upset about yesterday. Sure, when Vince skated into the endzone untouched, I was upset. I was upset that my team lost. I was upset that I had sat next to a couple of petty fans for the entire game who complained bitterly when Carr made a mistake and were silent when he made a play. I was upset that a friggin Titan wearing number 10 was prancing around the field, surrounded by more reporters in that moment than any one of our players had drawn throughout the entire season, playing to a google-eyed fanbase that seemed to outnumber our own. I was upset. For a little while. I haven't been to such an enjoyable, emotional game in years, and I was pissed to see my boys in blue walk off the field as losers this Sunday. But it occurred to me then, as it has several other times throughout the year, that life was way too big and way too good to spend my Sunday and the rest of my week being upset about a Texans loss. I remembered that these are a bunch of hundred-thousand dollar players who get to go drive home in their hundred-thousand dollar cars and chill in their million dollar homes with their posse and their trophy wives and girlfriends. And I bet you that some of them were upset ... and some of them weren't. So for the players who were upset? I'll let them be pissed for me. It's their job, not mine, and I'll feel better about paying their salaries knowing that losing eats away at them. And for those who weren't pissed ... well, if the guys on the field aren't pissed about a loss, then why the hell should I be? I am done with being upset about a Texans loss. Flame away if you disagree with me, but I'm done being upset about ignorant fans too. I go to the games to be entertained, and I was entertained yesterday. I cheer for my team and whether they win or lose, I go to have a good time. And if some day I decide that I am no longer having a good time, then I sell my tickets to someone who will. "We" play the game to win, but I'm okay with the fact that I don't have anything to do with what goes on on the field, and I'm okay with the fact that I'm a part of the team that never sets foot on the field. Take FWIW to you.