I have the distinct privilege of attending Houston Texans games since 2002. Reliant Stadium was my developmental playground and source of rich social learning as a kid. I saw everything from grown men crying over a touchdown to immature men grappling over an accidental spilled ale. I witnessed dramatic wins, experienced exhausting losses, struggled with my own fandom, and treasured memorable moments with my family over the years.
Now that I’ve flew the coup for the West Coast, each Thanksgiving affords me the opportunity to return to the NRG stomping grounds. Though the only stomping that has occurred over the past half-decade while I was gone was the Texans football team.