BattleRedBlud
Blue Steel Pose. No Excuses!
That is 100% fair, but Texans fans have hope (at least some do). What is in it for a handful of members to want to kill that hope? Is it fun?
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I don’t think they are trying to kill the hope of others. People keep asking them what they think & they answer honestly.
steelbtexan has been trying to be positive since they fired Kubiak, but the Texans keep Texansing.
Winning cures all. Not winning (which is what the Texans have been doing) injures. That’s where we’re at.
There’s another vocal negative Nelly. Texian. He’s trying to bring you down because you don’t recognize his genius. But again, until the Texans start winning it’s hard to argue. He’s right about the dysfunction on Kirby. He may be wrong about the nature of the dysfunction, but the dysfunction is real.
They're expressing their opinions just like you are. Texans of the past have done nothing to merit blind support in the present. Like TK said, until they prove something has changed, nothing has
When Stroud screws up will you treat him the same way you treat Mills, or will you make excuses for Stroud because you like Ryans?
I'm not anti anything, I've just seen this act before and have a pretty good idea how all of this is going to end up. Yes they took a chance on Stroud/Anderson, but for the wrong reason
sandman
Brexit Advisor
We are all entitled to them. Like someone said on draft night, let's focus on the what, not the who.
Several positions of need were met in this draft, but a select few predict utter doom and failure because it was not the specific who that they personally wanted. Which is cool, to each their own, blah blah blah... but we have to hear it 37 times a day in every response in every thread.
We. Get. It. Many of us can ghost write their exact responses. Can we move on?
BattleRedBlud
Blue Steel Pose. No Excuses!
The Texans have had this act before?
Demeco Ryans as HC
Slowick as OC
The audacity to trade up and take the arguably top rated QB at #2 and top rated edge at #3 in the draft?
I feel like this is fresh territory for this team.
They've had a middle of the pack QB and talent like Ryans/Watt etc... on the team. A middle of the pack QB will get you to the playoffs, but you wont win anything. Anyways it is what it is (Butts in seats is what's most important to the McNair's. Mission accomplished.... They had Kubes and the vaunted (Around these parts by some) RS.
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The Stros were once upon a time a laughing stock.
The built their team the right way. Now they're laughing at the rest of MLB. That's what I wish Cal would've done.
BattleRedBlud
Blue Steel Pose. No Excuses!
So all this is because you don't like the QB they selected.
Without playing a down in the NFL, no one can say he is a "middle of the pack" QB.
Nobody.
DR brought Keenum in to mentor the young QBs.
https://profootballtalk.nbcsports.c...eenum-will-be-that-coach-on-the-field-for-us/
A 5th rd pick isn't going to give you that.
We will see, but dont be shocked in 3 yrs that Stroud will do what his Idols did and threaten to holdout, thereby ruining the cap and a chance to win a SB. But you're right, I cant wait for the season to start, seeing the difference between how some posters treat Stroud vs how they treated Mills is going to be very entertaining and I'm looking forward to pointing out the hypocrisy.
I dont care about any of this. Everybody has had tough times in their life. Can he be a top 10 QB in 2 yrs. Because you know at the end of yr 3 Stroud and his trash representation will be hellbent on getting Stroud paid. They only care about getting their clients every dollar they can get. Championships be damned.
Steelb wants the Texans to tank and draft a QB next year (specifically Caleb Williams).
However, he refuses to see that there's no scenario in which that will happen.
The Texans had already tanked two consecutive seasons, and with a revamped roster (let's say without Stroud, but with two other draft picks at no. 12 and 33), there's no way the Texans can end up at the bottom again.
There will be teams that race for the bottom (the Cards with Kyler Murray ailing), the Buccs without a QB, the Commanders and the Falcons in the same boat.
One of these teams will take the QB that he covets.
(But I don't see Caleb Williams as a better prospect than either Young or Stroud).
Also, the funny thing is that Caleb's playing style is similar to Watson (we call it Hero Ball around here), which Steelb hates.
But he hates Bryce Young for his size/frame and Stroud partially because of his agent; he's willing to overlook Caleb's playing style for now.
Middle of the pack QBs had won 6 of the last 10 SBs.
Ohio St. Offense has a good bit elements of the WCO.
www.elevenwarriors.com
Film Study: Ohio State's Offense Was Forced to Show Its True Colors During a Hard-Fought Victory over Nebraska
Just as the offense evolved with Justin Fields at QB, Ohio State is attacking opponents differently with C.J. Stroud under center.
You forget the Tom Brady effect.
Many teams in the AFC found it hard to get past it.
And guess what?
Brady was hardly a generational QB coming out of college.
The Pencil Neck
Hall of Fame
I mean, I'm old so I don't mind being "that guy," but when I first saw that suit, I thought to myself, "Self, that would have been a really nice suit if he hadn't dropped his dinner on it. Or did a pigeon **** on him or something? Is there something on the lense? No, self, no... that can't be intentional, can it? OMG, self, I think it is!"
Look at the last bunch of posts, half a dozen posters drilling on an opinion nobody likes, & it just perpetuates the discussion "nobody" wants to have... but they keep doing it & he's going to respond.
BattleRedBlud
Blue Steel Pose. No Excuses!
I wouldn't be shocked in the least bit. That is actually what I would expect of a Mulugheta client. THAT said, CJ Stroud is his own person. It wouldn't be fair to me to judge him based on what others have done until he does it himself. Let the young man blaze his own trail.
As far as of Stroud vs Mills, that's going to all come down to people playing favorites. Everyone does it, us included.
Texansballer74
The Marine
Texansballer74
The Marine
It’s called passing judgment without true fact’s versus giving an opinion. Some people are being too personal because they didn’t get their way. Big freaking difference.
How about at least giving the man a shot before constantly bashing him. And I hope that I’m wrong just don’t cut it lol
How about at least giving the man a shot before constantly bashing him. And I hope that I’m wrong just don’t cut it lol
The choice of people he admires doesn't exactly inspire confidence.
You are who you hangout with.
Atleast that's what I was taught and unfortunately had to learn the hard way. This isn't about me getting my way, I don't own the team. The only thing I can control is how I spend my time and money. I' made that decision a couple of months ago.
BTW, while you're at it, name me one championship level QB that's had Stroud's background? I'll wait.
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And ole'Coleridge sings with more heart then anyone in these parts has heard before. His fingers sail through blues scales on his cheap guitar while the curvy Miss. Minie serves icy drinks at the bar.
When his 30 minute set on stage is over there's hardly an applause. Almost no one is in the smokey bar ,but one man steps forward.
A man named Cal approaches him with a bullhead pin on his jacket...
"Thas' real good. Can I buy you a whiskey? Folks need to hear you. I know some record executives who'd love what you do. Just play a few songs for'em." Cal says.
Ole'Coleridge was happy to hear the compliment, but shy like always. He looked hard at the ground for a minute before he responded.
"I'm not so good at tests, Mister."
Joining Coleridge on stage and playing the spoons is Juice Scruggs with their trusty classic “Sunday Morning Grits”
Trouble with juice was, he was always late. He never could get off the trucker pills and he had a suspicious past. Everytime he hit those drum heads, those who knew him best cringed.
It reminded us all of his violent criminal past.
Their show started late that night in a small Texas panhandle town. Rain began to cascade down in a hard rhythm on the roof when Coleridge started playing his beat up guitar and crooning like always.
His voice began to cut up and scratch hoarsely in the first few minutes of their performance though. He'd been fighting the flu for a few days now and his vocals had grown rough like sandpaper.
After the second song, they all looked at one another in desperation wondering how they could continue on. Most folks in the ever expanding crowd cried for more and some had driven hours to see them. Coleridge's legend had grown.
The hardwood floors beneath them began to shake as the crowd grew more and more demanding. Juice and Coleridge wondered in terror how to go on when they heard a lusty voice call out to them from the front row.
"Maybe I can lend a hand boys?"
A sultry brunette said it with such conviction and presence they couldn't help but let her. She stepped onstage grabbing the microphone from him and paused. She brushed his arm seductively to ease his nerves and the band began pounding out the 3rd song of the night.
Hannah McNair sang deep and swooned the crowd with an unexpected surprise. Her voice gave light to the night and the band soon followed her every que.
Deep in the distance of the crowd one face didn't cheer. One shadowy face sneered crooked in the shadows.
Jack used to be apart of the band. He wasn’t anymore and he wanted revenge.
Desire and conviction was not Jack’s shortcoming; it was his inability to sing that prompted Coleridge and Juice to leave him behind that rainy night at the Blue Front Cafe in Bentonia. They were nearly caught as the van was pulling out of the rain slicked parking lot but Jack was not able to finish pulling up his pants after a quick wiz and fell face first in the warm Mississippi mud.
Surely Jack knew he did not have the requisite talent to be a blues singer. His awkward and forced dance moves on stage served only to distract from his off-key and flat singing voice. Coleridge and Juice were embarrassed for him but the final straw was Jack blowing the words to the chorus of “Cheatin‘ on the Moon”, one of their fan favorite staples. It was too much.
Jack could remember the taste of the mud as he slowly got up from his chair to confront ole Coleridge and Juice.
By the time they'd finished on stage the crowd and weather outside alike were in a torrential roar. They nailed it in what each considered their best live performance ever.
Backstage Coleridge gentlemanly helped Hannah down the stairs while Juice and the other band mates crowded around her.
"You were amazing. That voice is sugar in my ear."
Hannah gave a big dimpled smile and blushed. "I've been following you guys for a long time. I've got a really catchy background vocal for "cheatin" if you care to hear it?"
She'd begun to hum it in angelic tones when a door behind them crashed open.
Jack was there soaking wet from the rain. Maybe it's fair to say his face was just as wet with tears as it was rain ,but accounts differ. What all agree on though was the revolver in his shaky hand pointed at Coleridge.
The giant steel blue muzzle hovered inches away from him as they all fell silent. Jack's breath heaved as words he wanted to say should've come out but didn't. He pulled the trigger and the hammer came down with a dull click.
Misfire.
Coleridge ushered Hannah away to safety as Juice lept on him. Scruggs beat those drums hard that night.
No one's heard from Jack since.
The morning sunlight managed to encroach through the window blinds revealing the fresh paint on the walls at the Sunset Value Motel. That same sunlight was not as charitable to a still sleeping Hannah as she rolled over to shield her eyes from the unwelcome brightness that threatened her slumber. Coleridge lay in bed beside her with a throbbing pain coursing through his head and a demanding strain on his bladder that forced him out of bed. The floor seemed to be moving as Coleridge navigated his way to the bathroom. Leaning against the wall, he managed to pull down his boxers and with considerable effort was able to aim with surprising accuracy to relieve himself.
Recollection of the night before begin to come into focus for Coleridge as he eased back into bed.
He rubbed his eyes as he looked at the brunette in bed with him. This must be Hannah he thought to himself. Her piercing blue eyes were dulled by the dim light, and her morning breath instantly reminded him of the whiskey and tequila from the night before. Her long brown hair was matted and draped across most of her face. This was not the beautiful woman he was so enchanted by only a few hours ago.
His dismay was harshly interrupted by her phone ringing on the night stand. Coleridge glanced at her phone as Hannah grappled through the sheets reaching for it. All he saw before she finally grabbed to answer was the name on the caller ID.
"CAL"
A sinking but familiar feeling entered Coleridge as Hannah picked up the phone as he began to eavesdrop for ideas on his next song. He credits all of the blues songs he's written with his own personal experiences including a few that involved him messing around with married women including "Cheatin' on the Moon" and "It's All My Fault". He already had a working title in his head as Hannah painfully sighed a quiet "Hello".
"The Big Enos Blues" sounds good Coleridge thought to himself as Hannah struggled to sit up in bed, a look of bewilderment on her face. One of Coleridge's favorite movies was the 1977 action comedy classic, Smoky and the Bandit. He recalled very clearly that Hannah's husband Cal had portrayed the iconic role of Big Enos Burdette.
"Hannah? Hannah where are you? What am I hearing in the background?"
"Who is this?" slurred a mostly asleep Hannah.
"Cal! Where are you?" came the angry reply.
"Well, Hell, where are we?"
"Who are you with Hannah?"
"It's just me Cal, I'm here alone."
"I clearly heard someone blowing on a harmonica and singing something about AFC South bound and down. What the hell is going on!?" an increasingly agitated Cal demanded.
"It's just the radio Cal."
"I've got a location on your cellphone. 3550 South Main, the Sunset Value Motel!? I'm heading that way now!"
When his 30 minute set on stage is over there's hardly an applause. Almost no one is in the smokey bar ,but one man steps forward.
A man named Cal approaches him with a bullhead pin on his jacket...
"Thas' real good. Can I buy you a whiskey? Folks need to hear you. I know some record executives who'd love what you do. Just play a few songs for'em." Cal says.
Ole'Coleridge was happy to hear the compliment, but shy like always. He looked hard at the ground for a minute before he responded.
"I'm not so good at tests, Mister."
Joining Coleridge on stage and playing the spoons is Juice Scruggs with their trusty classic “Sunday Morning Grits”
Trouble with juice was, he was always late. He never could get off the trucker pills and he had a suspicious past. Everytime he hit those drum heads, those who knew him best cringed.
It reminded us all of his violent criminal past.
Their show started late that night in a small Texas panhandle town. Rain began to cascade down in a hard rhythm on the roof when Coleridge started playing his beat up guitar and crooning like always.
His voice began to cut up and scratch hoarsely in the first few minutes of their performance though. He'd been fighting the flu for a few days now and his vocals had grown rough like sandpaper.
After the second song, they all looked at one another in desperation wondering how they could continue on. Most folks in the ever expanding crowd cried for more and some had driven hours to see them. Coleridge's legend had grown.
The hardwood floors beneath them began to shake as the crowd grew more and more demanding. Juice and Coleridge wondered in terror how to go on when they heard a lusty voice call out to them from the front row.
"Maybe I can lend a hand boys?"
A sultry brunette said it with such conviction and presence they couldn't help but let her. She stepped onstage grabbing the microphone from him and paused. She brushed his arm seductively to ease his nerves and the band began pounding out the 3rd song of the night.
Hannah McNair sang deep and swooned the crowd with an unexpected surprise. Her voice gave light to the night and the band soon followed her every que.
Deep in the distance of the crowd one face didn't cheer. One shadowy face sneered crooked in the shadows.
Jack used to be apart of the band. He wasn’t anymore and he wanted revenge.
Desire and conviction was not Jack’s shortcoming; it was his inability to sing that prompted Coleridge and Juice to leave him behind that rainy night at the Blue Front Cafe in Bentonia. They were nearly caught as the van was pulling out of the rain slicked parking lot but Jack was not able to finish pulling up his pants after a quick wiz and fell face first in the warm Mississippi mud.
Surely Jack knew he did not have the requisite talent to be a blues singer. His awkward and forced dance moves on stage served only to distract from his off-key and flat singing voice. Coleridge and Juice were embarrassed for him but the final straw was Jack blowing the words to the chorus of “Cheatin‘ on the Moon”, one of their fan favorite staples. It was too much.
Jack could remember the taste of the mud as he slowly got up from his chair to confront ole Coleridge and Juice.
By the time they'd finished on stage the crowd and weather outside alike were in a torrential roar. They nailed it in what each considered their best live performance ever.
Backstage Coleridge gentlemanly helped Hannah down the stairs while Juice and the other band mates crowded around her.
"You were amazing. That voice is sugar in my ear."
Hannah gave a big dimpled smile and blushed. "I've been following you guys for a long time. I've got a really catchy background vocal for "cheatin" if you care to hear it?"
She'd begun to hum it in angelic tones when a door behind them crashed open.
Jack was there soaking wet from the rain. Maybe it's fair to say his face was just as wet with tears as it was rain ,but accounts differ. What all agree on though was the revolver in his shaky hand pointed at Coleridge.
The giant steel blue muzzle hovered inches away from him as they all fell silent. Jack's breath heaved as words he wanted to say should've come out but didn't. He pulled the trigger and the hammer came down with a dull click.
Misfire.
Coleridge ushered Hannah away to safety as Juice lept on him. Scruggs beat those drums hard that night.
No one's heard from Jack since.
The morning sunlight managed to encroach through the window blinds revealing the fresh paint on the walls at the Sunset Value Motel. That same sunlight was not as charitable to a still sleeping Hannah as she rolled over to shield her eyes from the unwelcome brightness that threatened her slumber. Coleridge lay in bed beside her with a throbbing pain coursing through his head and a demanding strain on his bladder that forced him out of bed. The floor seemed to be moving as Coleridge navigated his way to the bathroom. Leaning against the wall, he managed to pull down his boxers and with considerable effort was able to aim with surprising accuracy to relieve himself.
Recollection of the night before begin to come into focus for Coleridge as he eased back into bed.
He rubbed his eyes as he looked at the brunette in bed with him. This must be Hannah he thought to himself. Her piercing blue eyes were dulled by the dim light, and her morning breath instantly reminded him of the whiskey and tequila from the night before. Her long brown hair was matted and draped across most of her face. This was not the beautiful woman he was so enchanted by only a few hours ago.
His dismay was harshly interrupted by her phone ringing on the night stand. Coleridge glanced at her phone as Hannah grappled through the sheets reaching for it. All he saw before she finally grabbed to answer was the name on the caller ID.
"CAL"
A sinking but familiar feeling entered Coleridge as Hannah picked up the phone as he began to eavesdrop for ideas on his next song. He credits all of the blues songs he's written with his own personal experiences including a few that involved him messing around with married women including "Cheatin' on the Moon" and "It's All My Fault". He already had a working title in his head as Hannah painfully sighed a quiet "Hello".
"The Big Enos Blues" sounds good Coleridge thought to himself as Hannah struggled to sit up in bed, a look of bewilderment on her face. One of Coleridge's favorite movies was the 1977 action comedy classic, Smoky and the Bandit. He recalled very clearly that Hannah's husband Cal had portrayed the iconic role of Big Enos Burdette.
"Hannah? Hannah where are you? What am I hearing in the background?"
"Who is this?" slurred a mostly asleep Hannah.
"Cal! Where are you?" came the angry reply.
"Well, Hell, where are we?"
"Who are you with Hannah?"
"It's just me Cal, I'm here alone."
"I clearly heard someone blowing on a harmonica and singing something about AFC South bound and down. What the hell is going on!?" an increasingly agitated Cal demanded.
"It's just the radio Cal."
"I've got a location on your cellphone. 3550 South Main, the Sunset Value Motel!? I'm heading that way now!"
sandman
Brexit Advisor
Who does he hang out with?
Watson and Vick are his idols.
Tell me what you think about Davis Mills.
No excuses from here on out and I hope I'm wrong is just going to have to cut it.
I put this in the above post that didn't take for some reason. I was taught you are who you hang with and unfortunately I had to learn that this is true the hard way. BTW, Care to give me an answer for this question, When's the last time a QB with Stroud's background has ever won a championship? I'll wait for this answer. But hey, I'm entertained by the back and forth and all you care about is being entertained so you should be happy too.
sandman
Brexit Advisor
I get that. But he isn't hanging out with them as a senior at OSU.
As the 6'1" white guard in college I idolized Danny Ainge's and John Stockton's style of play. But they were both a$$holes. I didn't have to like them as human beings to emulate their playing style on the court. I certainly didn't hang out with them.
Texansballer74
The Marine
He hangs out with his family and he is a very religious person. Did you even listen to his interviews after he was drafted.
I’ve hung out with all types of people but that doesn’t mean I’ve done some the crap they’ve probably done. Again you’re on the outside looking in.
Texansballer74
The Marine
Exactly
Texansballer74
The Marine
Last off-season please go look up everything I said about Mills. I was the one bragging about his last 5 games remember. So please don’t ever try to compare me to the crap that Steel is doing towards Stroud.
Another thing you were very opposed/critical to us drafting Mills who only played 10 games in college.
If a guy truly had those values why is it he said Derrick/Vick were his idols (Not very Christian role models) and if getting paid wasn't more important than winning championships then why did he hire DM as his agent?
Number19
Hall of Fame
Mills has this year and next remaining on his contract. For Mills, it's new coaches, new system and less pressure. The Texans need to use this year to decide if they will roll with Mills as the backup going forward, which would require a contract extension. The best time for making this decision would be next off season before the '24 draft. If they decide not to roll with Mills, then a QB should be drafted in '24 to be the future backup and Mills either released or traded.
If SteelB is proven correct and Stroud plays hardball with a contract extension at the end of the '25 season, then the Texans will be in a position to also play hardball with an experienced backup QB as a fallback.
Texansballer74
The Marine
He was solely talking about their play on the freaking football fan. Good grief brother man.
sandman
Brexit Advisor
Link?
michaelm
vox nihili
Is just SteelB's agenda.
Stroud never "hung out" with Vick or Watson, and his praise of them was purely from an on the field perspective.
CJ Stroud says he looked up to Deshaun Watson, Michael Vick
Stroud, who is a candidate to be the No. 1 pick in next month’s NFL Draft, first mentioned Michael Vick.
nypost.com
Decim8
Veteran
I thought he meant their play style…..although he plays nothing like them
Speedy
Former Yeller Dweller
As he should have been.
Decim8
Veteran
A quality back up
He meant he liked their play styles growing up but probably realized didn’t want to be labeled a running quarterback.
welsh texan
You may say I’m a dreamer but I’m not the only one
I’m not sure, think we might be trying to make completely opposite points but I also expect him to be better than Mills day #1.
Mills is an ineffectual QB in the NFL who hasn’t developed (but has has 2 years to do so).
I expect CJ to be putting some really good play on tape but making some rookie errors and yes at times he’s going to get completely flummoxed by some of these wily D CoOrdinators in the league, but he’s going to need to learn from that and not make the same mistakes twice.
Mills didn’t pass that bar, regardless what was around him, the coaching he had, I’ve got lots of sympathy for the situation he was in, but I also don’t want to watch a pitiful QB.
Rich Schmidt
Myopicone
there is a possibility CJ controls his agent, just saying, make him love it here
Just as long as you give Stroud the same treatment Mills got and Stroud is playing with much better talent around him then that's fair.