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It takes me 30 minutes from driveway to parking space. I love the sound and smell of meat burning over hot charcoal, the taste of icy cold beers that have been in a perfect ice bath, throwing my arm out tossing the pigskin, delusions of a game ending TD for the home team. I love waking down the concourse and seeing the grass. Pregame intoductions when hope springs eternal. Darn it, I love it. You are correct, I feel like the geek who thinks he is going to score with the hot babe, only to go home alone. This team breaks my heart, makes me miserable, but I love them for some unknown reason. After the last game of the season, I anxiously anticipate free agency and then the draft, read about how good everything looks in OTA's and watch training camp practices, envisioning the young warriors and brilliant coaches that will lead us to glorious victories on a Sunday afternoons. Thanks, I think I now need professional help. I think I am going to drink all Thanksgiving weekend in anticipation for our first Monday night game, that might be our only one in awhile. My name is Mike... I have a problem, I love the Houston Texans.....
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