The 2016 NFL season was boring. The Houston Texans were boring. Spending your Sunday dedicated to the 1080p monolith was more than boring. It was a waste of life. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it. But dammit, I will miss spending my Sundays ratcheted with 4 a.m. sleep and watching Brock Osweiler bounce passes into the ground, DeAndre Hopkins searching for meaning in a meaningless world after every target, Jadeveon Clowney blurring across the screen like the Smoke Monster from Lost and looking like that big fuzzy dog in the Sixteen Stone liner artwork, A.
2016 Houston Texans Season Review: Handing Out Awards
