As I slipped on my new Battle Red jersey, white streaks of an unfamiliar number imprinted on the front remind me of the butterfly effect of events which have led to this uniform. For several years, the number on the front of my jersey was 4, but after exchanging it at The Texans Store two weeks ago, the number reads 31.
The Deshaun Watson era is a chapter in Houston sports and my own personal history that I frankly can’t open. It’s the Pandora's box of ‘what ifs’ and ‘what could have-beens’ that jars my perpetual optimism into a flood of pouting and consternation.