Well, so much for the Cinderella ending that so many of us were hoping for. As has become custom in my fair city, our hopes of advancing in the playoffs were shattered in the blink of an eye last night. Again.
It's so frustrating and exciting and sad all at the same time. You have to understand, my angst (and a few thousands of other Houstonians) goes back to the days of the Houston Oilers. Remember them? We never did "knock the son of bitch in" Only a few will get that quote. Then came the new franchise. New hope. New beginnings. And all these years later, we're still waiting. It's almost as if we are cursed (I've written about this before). Sam Houston must have really pissed someone else and they felt the need to put a curse on him and his city and all sports teams. Heh. But for real, what gives?
I've grown immune to feeling loss or pain over these Houston sports teams of mine. Seriously. Last night, when all hope was lost, I just laughed at my brothers who were cussing and yelling at the tv screen. And because I'm a big sister and love getting under their skin, I started singing the old Oilers fight song: "Luv ya Blue" The look on their faces was priceless.
And just like that, the season is over. Again. But rest assured, the ever hopeful will be back again next season (myself included) to root, to hope and in some instances, to pray for a winning season. I really, really, wanted a miracle this season. Since Houston is hosting Superbowl LI, I hoped with all my might that the Texans would pull it off and be in the show. The icing on the cake would have been a total Texas Superbowl: Texans vs. Cowboys. But that was not meant to be either. And before you ask, no I am not a Cowboys fan. NEVER.EVER.WILL.BE
Oh well, only 78 days until my Astros opening day! Silver linings everywhere.