For most NFL fans, the AFC South is an abhorrent wasteland of putrescent pestilence, a reeking virus that plagues the NFL with piss colored jerseys, terrible hairlines, incompetent front offices, mad dash playoff runs that ruin bright and beautiful seasons, hillbilly raccoons, swimming pools, chin dimples, kumbaya organizational cultures, generational quarterback destruction, and neckbeards, so many neckbeards. It’s different for me. The AFC South is home. I am a swamp thing, rejuvenated down in the muck, cowering from the light, fornicating in the dredges. You can keep your Super Bowl contenders, and fantastical schematic innovations. I’d rather die than carry my mortal coils like you.
Houston Texans Podcast: 2021 NFL Season Preview—The AFC South
