I have always liked this song, and I think it speaks to the state of your 2021 Houston Texans.
Your soul is junk, your brain is dust
All your memories are eaten up with rust
Your nightmares real, dreams too stark
You love the night but you hate the dark
Your mother, your daddy, little sister too
Told you a secret, they were countin’ on you
You were dying to tell, but your dad said son
Button your lip, but it come undone
Cal McNair’s Texans are 1-6. But they come [sic] undone long before this afternoon at NRG Stadium. Nevertheless, should you want to chat about those Texans in advance of today’s tilt against the Rams, do so in the Comments below. The game thread will publish at 11:45 a.m. CDT.