It’s that time of year again. The week after the week after the Super Bowl where I go back and look at the Houston Texans’ season. It’s exhaustive, and there is a lot to devour, but it puts a fat red bow, the type of bow Cadillac driving wives awake to as they stumble to the driveway, on the season and allows me, or us, depending on how you feel about this thing, to finish one thing and look ahead to the new.
This year will be similar to last year, and the year before that, and the year before that, I’ve been doing this for way too long.