There are some games the Texans have played where I end up imagining what that game feels like in me-related terms (because let’s not forget, I am the center of the universe. Why? Because I have the gravitational pull to make that claim).
For example, the SNF game a week ago felt like the football equivalent of Sarajevo in the early-to-mid 90s. Today’s game was not that. Today’s game felt like I barely had to watch because it was going to be a breeze, the first of two Texans bye weeks.
As such, I imagined the average Texans fan watching in a hammock while drinking concoctions that have little paper umbrellas in them and 13 different kinds of alcohol.