I have brotherly feelings towards Jacksonville, that city across the gulf. As a fan of the Houston football playing franchise, the Jaguars have been the backdrop for many lovely memories. The first and only Texans game I went was was against Jacksonville. I drank two Miler Lites in the parking lot and was tired by the second quarter. Maurice Jones-Drew scored a touchdown in the endzone we resided behind. Everyone around me scrambled over their chairs to give him the middle finger. I was 18. I thought that was really cool. Chris Brown, Houston’s ‘goal line’ back, a mole from Tennessee, fumbled into the other endzone.