Football is inherently meaningless, and writing about football is even more so. I’m aware of this. It’s there as I watch the Texans play LIVE and gulp down condensed versions and coach’s film. I don’t care about meaning. I like it, I have the time for it, I love the game, it enriches my life, and if I can pass any of this enjoyment to anyone else at all, it’s a bonus. While the season marches forth and we proceed through time, this knowledge hangs back in the wrinkles of my brain. I don’t care, but it’s there.
PUT YOUR NAME ON IT: Predicting The Texans’ 2018 Record One Game At A Time
