Sometimes you only get once chance at something. The opportunity was finally there. Those previous failings disappeared. 28-3. Smashed at home, as the one seed, down 42-14; scoring two points in a Wildcard playoff game; blowing a 17-0 lead in a NFC title game, that should have been us is what you thought in the middle of January. Those were the alligator rivers, and jagged mountain ranges, drowning and broken, that brought upon all that heart break and devastation. Resurrection every summer. The same sort of death every winter. Soon jubilation and confetti showers. What will I say?
Texans-Falcons Preview: SIX Things To Watch For
