It is 9 a.m. Central Daylight Time and I’m reveling in the afterglow of the Texans dropping 57 points on what might be the most despised team in the NFL for Texans fans.
It was truly a beautiful sight, the kind of game that poets will write odes to in the future. But don’t take it from me, don’t even take it from people on television who will praise the downright awe-inspiring performance of Deshaun Watson, take it from the lot of us who saw the game with our own eyes (and still can’t fully believe it) and have absolute control over the blog.