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All-Time Texans Great Andre Johnson Blasts Jack Easterby

From the Ring of Honor to the Squared Circle: The GOAT delivers a knockout blow.

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Few people know the Houston Texans the way their former All-World wide receiver Andre Johnson knows them. Drafted with the third overall pick out of Miami in 2003, Johnson played twelve seasons with the Texans before ending his career elsewhere in 2015 and retiring in 2016. Not long after hanging up the cleats, Johnson became the first ever inductee into the Houston Texans’ Ring of Honor on November 19, 2017.

Although he’d left the field, Johnson couldn’t leave the team and worked in various roles within the organization, including most recently as Special Advisor to former head coach Bill O’Brien - a role he suddenly vacated last summer.

However Johnson is still around H-Town, still a team ambassador, and still bleeding battle red. When a guy like that makes a statement like this, you sit up and take notice.

This haymaker has a flurry of seriously brutal blows tucked within.


The Texans organization is known for wasting players careers.

People need look no farther than Johnson, Arian Foster, and J.J. Watt to see evidence to back this one. Hopefully, Deshaun Watson isn’t next.


Since Jack Easterby has walk into the building nothing good has happened in/for the organization

While what we see on the outside might seem obvious, there’s always things in motion behind the scenes people on the outside don’t know. Well, now we know...

And finally:

...for some reason someone can’t seem to see what’s going on

We can only assume the someone is Cal McNair. However, with Houston’s sudden move to request an interview with Eric Bieniemy for head coach, maybe, just maybe McNair is waking up like King Theoden.

Maybe this time. Maybe it’s #80s turn to play Gandalf?

Even better, DeAndre Hopkins chimed in.

Players who escaped the fires of Mt. Doom can see through the acrid smoke. Please, Jack Easterby.