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The BRB staff assembles to predict Sunday’s season finale match-up between the Houston Texans and the Indianapolis Colts.

Indianapolis Colts v Houston Texans Photo by Tim Warner/Getty Images

Sunday, the end finally comes for two embittered, bedraggled fan bases. The Colts and Texans, both gutted by owners saying dumb things, injuries, poor personnel moves, and maddeningly questionable coaching decisions, will both hit the 2017 finish line one way or another on Sunday.

The future of each head coach is very much up in the air, with Chuck Pagano’s fate seemingly sealed. Then again, Jim Irsay can be...unpredictable. Bill O’Brien and the Texans, I believe, are headed for a split that will be termed “a mutual parting of ways”. Whether that results in the Texans attempting to trade him or fire him prior to the end of his contract remains to be seen.

As to the actual game itself, it figures to be quite a snooze. Let’s see how the BRB staff sees the final game of the year playing out.

Tim: Colts 20, Texans 10.

The Texans lost to the Colts by six points at NRG Stadium last month with DeAndre Hopkins in the lineup. Now the Texans are on the road, playing out a miserable season, without Nuk? As bad as the Colts are, I really cannot come up with an argument as to why the Texans will win this game.

Chris: Texans 23, Colts 20.

I think we get a classic case of players busting their tails one last time for the head coach. In this case, the try-hards for O’Brien edge out Pagano’s group on a late field goal by Fairbairn. Jadeveon Clowney gets a strip-sack, and of course T.Y. Hilton has his way with the Houston secondary for two long TDs. Then we shuffle off this 2017 Mortal Coil in search of better things in September.

Titan Matt Weston, Slanderer of Blade Runner and Huge Fan of the Texas Rangers: Colts 20, Texans 16.

It's going to be close and nasty. T.Y. Hilton chews up Houston. DeAndre Hopkins makes another sublime touchdown catch. The Texans kick field goals but can't finish off a drive to stave off last place in the AFC South.

Jeremy Brener: Texans 17, Colts 16.

The Colts are playing for the second pick and the fourth place schedule. They need an L. The Texans just playing for the chance to play Cleveland and the Jets next season.

Ugliest game of the weekend hands down, but Texans squeak it out because they're fighting for OB's job.

kdentify: Colts 14, Texans 10.

The Texans fan in me says we crush the hapless Colts. The pragmatist in me says we've traditionally struggled at their place, our quarterback's on IR, our coaching is beyond suspect, our offense is dog sh.t, our defense is D.O.A., and our season is toast.

We lose. Because we don't like to score or prevent the other team from scoring. But the Colts suck, too. Lamar Miller does well carrying the rock to save us from complete embarrassment.

Capt. Ron: Texans 6, Colts 5.

Ugly meets uglier in a game nobody really wants to win. Nobody wants to suffer a serious injury in a meaningless game, and it will show on the field. It would be more interesting to let the fans take the field and chase greased skunks for sixty minutes.

Let the draft talk begin. Well, you know, the "later portion of Day Two of the 2018 NFL Draft" talk that is, thanks to Rick and [Name Redacted].

UprootedTexan: Colts 21, Texans 12.

No Nuk, no chance. I'll even bet those touchdowns are all passes to T.Y. Hilton.

Mike Bullock: Texans 17, Colts 16.

This one is sure to be a miserable affair for any football fan. Both teams add insult to injury, literally, by losing yet another key player to IR.

Brett Kollmann: Colts 20, Texans 10.

I can't see us losing by anything less than 10 points. What a terrible, terrible season.

That’s it for another scintillating season of BRB staff predictions.

How do you see this one going, loyal readers? Use the comments section to sound off on the game, offseason thoughts - really, anything you like. One last time if it’s in any way possible - enjoy the game! As bad as it’s going to be, it’s the last one for a long, long time.