Soooooooooooooooooooo, that was far less painful for me than it was for pretty much most anybody else. I don’t know why. I assume it had something to do with the half bottle of gin I downed during the course of the game.
As such, I am probably not a great pundit right now, as I have to write this immediately after the game. Typically I give myself a few hours to collect myself (and play Fire Emblem) before coming up with a coherent statement about the Texans game.
As it is, this is all I have to offer right now: This is pretty much what I expected, bad offense, worse defense.