I say hooooray in not the sarcastic crack a joke way but in the actual truthful I mean it way.
I liked seeing our team stomp their team down to their third string QB. I liked seeing our secondary play with pride and hit hard. I liked seeing no answer to our running attack and a 25 TD run. I liked seeing no quit past the 00:00s that dint show up on the jumbotron.
Because I ALWAYS love seeing my team stomp the other team. ALWAYS. I wanna stomp the Jags. I wanna stomp the 49ers, and I wanna keep that stomping going into the next season. I'm being patient about this as it relates to the Texans, but I want to see my stompings.
Maybe I need to do the pregame talks, see e.g.
Queen o the Texans Post where me said in part:
I would also tell them that I don't want to keep the game close. I would tell them that I would like for them to destroy the other team like no other, so that refs can't take the win away, or flukes can't take the win away, and that you can't make up for all the losses on one Sunday, but a good old fashion *** whooping of the other team sure would feel good and get people to STFU.
And it was nice to see. Statistically not so much a whooping, but scoreboard says beautiful things.
Most of our players are young and learning every week. They need to learn to win. And get that feeling.
As for the STFU part of it, I guess there won't be any more tanking talk this week, instead the stupid talkshow stuff will say that adding Dan Reeves caused the team to play better, which would be I think on the silly list of opinions given the improved play of late against badish teams, though I guess there is no way to know for sure. The tanking talk will prolly come back the last week against the 49ers unless we beat the hell outta the Jags too, which would be a lovely Christmas gift in a bow, because the Jags deserve miserable end of season losses because they are the Jags.
To all the Bush trolls, I guess my view of that is both rational and irrational. The rational part is that as a fan, I cannot root for my team to lose. I just can't root for the sickness that is losing. It is vomity.
The completely irrational part is that despite my love of logic, statistics, rational civil argument and observable reality, I believe in jinxes. Absolutely. I think it is a total jinx to wish ill to your team for a draft pick. That it will result in really bad stuff.
I say to honor the NFL, you have to play hard and try to win and if you don't it is just bad mojo. Kinda like Barbara Bush gathering her purse before Pujols is outta the box. You just can't do that. I tried to warn her by yelling at the TV screen, but that don't work so good. Ayyyyyyy--the flashbacks--I'm haunted.
I believe in the Rolling Stones school of draft order:
No, you can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
And if you try sometime you find
You get what you need
(And no I am not advocating need based drafting over talent--I am just saying that you should just sit back, relax, let the season end, let the bowl season end, and sees what comes to pass--sometimes in life whatever is best for you happens, even though the outcome is not what you originally wanted. And maybe to some degree, the losing season is the thing we needed and not wanted, but you can't actually
wish for that because that is just asking to be jinxed and be banished by the NFL gods for perpetual loserdom).
So let's give cheer during this holiday season:
Hooooray for the Texans win!
Hooooray for the Cryboys getting whooped.
A lovely Sunday and a beautiful sunset.
(Oh, and I hope the losers with the sacks on their heads sitting near the Texans bench stepped in gum as they slinked outta the stadium. Not a charitable thought on my part, but they should feel fortunate that my eyeballs don't shoot out metric laser death beams. Wearing sacks on your head for the edification of NFL films is vulgar, unoriginal and tacky. I'm just saying).
