I'm sorry. I should have warned you. Now you're angry, frightened, and/or convulsing on the floor. I'll give you a minute to regain your composure. When you get it together, jump with me to a happy place.
As we enter the ninth year of your Houston Texans' on-field existence, things are considerably brighter than they were, say, on the morning of March 21, 2007. Because on that afternoon, friends, Smithiak hitched their wagon to a then-unproven career backup quarterback by the name of Matthew Rutledge Schaub.
Some said it'd never happen; those people were oh-so-wrong and shouldn't have a forum to opine on things they clearly have no clue about. Whereas those naysayers once broke down into muffled sobs discussing the quarterback play of the Houston Texans, those same naysayers cry themselves to sleep for entirely different reasons now. Or so I've heard. Not like I cry. That'd be weak. Unless Titanic is on. And then all bets are off. Because that was LOVE, man. The way Jack made Rose promise to live, even though he knew he wouldn't...
Where was I again?
Oh, yeah. The Schaub. Look at his 2009 numbers. And then remember that he played the better part of the last five (5) games with a dislocated shoulder. Let's put all that "Schaub Is Soft" talk to rest, shall we?
Dismiss the Pro Bowl all you want (and it is a glorified exhibition), but Matt Schaub didn't just go to the Pro Bowl; he was the freaking MVP of the Pro Bowl.
For the first time in franchise history, your Houston Texans have a franchise quarterback. A QB who, by any objective standard, is assuredly one of the ten best in the league, and you can make a fine case for him being even better than that. Matt Schaub has arrived. And he's bringing the Texans with him.