Last night was like the plummet of a roller coaster after tick-tick ticking to the very top - only the axles came off, the wheels flew off the axles, the rails gave way, the entire park ride began falling to the side - the whole thing came crashing down in a horrific sound of snapping wood beams, popping rivets and bending steel. Wheels still squeaking, men rushed to pour cans of gasoline over the splintered rubble. Then, lo, behold, a dashing man in black silk on a black stallion appeared. On high heels, the man sent a torch spiraling through the air - whoosh. Flames reached the sky.
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Okay... enough of the drama :-)
It's not like we didn't try. We just got whooped. If we play them again, I don't see anything but the same beating happening all over again.
Being a football fan is weird. You can't really help the guys out. Lose or win, all you can do is either wince or cheer. With the Texans, I understand how some think that the fans are just being set up for a big disappointment. But really, I haven't gone overboard in expectation.
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