I’m not going to lie to you, I just spent the last 10 minutes running around my house like a lunatic, screaming, hugging my wife, kissing my father-in-law who was not too thrilled about that, and fighting the urge to throw up the whole time.
I don’t know how to feel about this game. Because, despite the win, let’s not forget, the Texans played an awful half and a quarter of football. The offense was asleep again, the defense gave up just about whatever Andrew Luck wanted, and good grief, if Nick Novak managed to kick an extra point, we wouldn’t all be here at 11:15 p.