After my predictions last week could not have been more inaccurate, I don't foresee a psychic hotline featuring yours truly opening anytime soon. I really don't think I could have been more wrong if I had tried. But like your Houston Texans, I march on, unbowed. Three (3) things that are sure to happen on Sunday when That S.O.B. Bud Adams' Team comes to town:
- Quad injury aside, Vince Young is going to play. I know, I know...word out of Nashville is that he's hobbled and unlikely to even suit up. Yeah, right. I'll believe it when I see it. Even if I do see it, I'll still be waiting for the inevitable moment that VY rips off his street clothes to reveal that he's in uniform. As much as this game means to us, it means more to Vince. It's his hometown. It's the team that passed on him two (2) years ago. It's the site of what may have been the greatest single triumph of his young career (which, not coincidentially, may also have been the worst day of my freaking life). The only way VY doesn't play on Sunday is if he gets a leg caught in a thresher. Even then, I'm not so sure he'd miss this one. He'll play.
- While I don't expect any substantive success against a run defense that is currently yielding less than sixty-four (64) yards per game for the Texans, I will make a bold prediction for the Houston run defense. Maybe it's the 'shrooms talking, but here it is: The Texans will not permit the Faux Oilers to average more than 4.5 YPC on Sunday. Crazy, I know. This week looks to be precisely the kind of game the slumping front seven needs to regain some confidence. And confident they shall be when the final tally reveals that the home team surrendered a mere 96 yards or less on the ground.
- I can't explain it, but I'm feeling a defensive score on Sunday. Said "feeling" might turn out to be gas, yet I'm going to call a Dunta Robinson pick-six. He's been a bit quiet the last few weeks, and VY or Kerry Collins are both prone to making less than stellar decisions with the ball.