I’m exhausted. I’m dried out. I’m going to lay in the sun, bake like some beans, and read a book about some Australian child understanding his immediate reality and his father, who tries to provide by gambling on galloping quadrupeds. I don’t know if it’s the heat, or the nostalgia of laying around in the air conditioner, not doing anything, or what, but today and for now, all I got is nothing.
I’m sure you have a lot more. Have fun doing whatever it is that you do. The rest is yours to talk about whatever you want, Texans-related or not. Just remember the standard commenting rules apply.