The end of the summer, the summer that we never had, is here. Dozens of men in Houston’s bubble have been attending meanings, practicing, working drill after drill with position groups, running ladders, moving sleds, and hitting one another, all while fantasizing it was someone else. The sad truth, the hard truth, is that after a month plus of exhausting work, a fourth of them will go home, sit, and wait for the phone to ring while lifting weights in their garage and playing polygon football on a television laying on the floor. Most never will get that call.
Houston Texans Podcast: Predicting The Texans’ 53-Man Roster
