The Houston Texans are in a dark place. The football itself has taken a backseat to the madness guiding it. Things are even worse than they seem. This is a guest post direct from the frontline. You can follow the reporter @necrodank_on Twitter here.
Legs crossed, hands on his knee, Cal McNair sits upright, perky and proud at the end of the room. Halfway in the shadow, he basks beneath the reflected shine of the podium before him. Fluorescent lights fill the room with a pallid glow.