Here's my prediction for what the 53-man roster will look like at the beginning of the regular season. I'm doing it now...before training camp...because that takes more balls. And really, I'm just bored to tears. Oh, and before I forget, the Cowboys suck.

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I was just a kid in the late '70s, living in a small town in the Texas Hill Country. But I was a die-hard Oilers fan. My dad, on the other hand, was a Cowboys fan. There's no way I can explain the reason why I hated the Cowboys, I don't even remember making any conscious decision to do so. It was just there.

Everyone knows there were many low spots if you were an Oiler fan, with a few high spots sprinkled here and there. Bud moved the team and they became dead to me. I was an NFL orphan.

Then along came Bob McNair like some kind of Phillip Drummond offering a family and a team to call my own. I was all in. 19-10 was one of my happiest moments as a Houston fan. Suffering through 2-14 was one of the worst.

Fast forward to this season. I found out about a month and a half ago that I would be moving to Portland, OR. Since I would no longer be in Houston I wanted a place to settle in and be connected with other "all in" fans. I had been lurking at this site and Matt's for a while and knew most of the characters and felt like I belonged as part of the dysfunctional family that is BRB and Co.

So last night I put on my Texans hat and headed out in search of the nearest sports bar knowing I was gonna take a lot of crap for being a fan. And I was looking forward to it, the Texans were my team. And after all was said and done, there I was, sitting alone in a sports bar 2500 miles away from home and never more proud to be a Houston Texans fan.