The Unabashed Blogorrhea stirring and shaking while recommending Johnnie Walker in your favorite color to welcome in the New Year and distract from the most unwelcomed 12-win playoff slot in NFL history.
Good teams need good fortune for very good seasons. Exemplary seasons. Championship seasons. Often times that requires teams to make their own good fortune while also taking advantages of opportunities present beyond their control. The Texans failed miserably on both counts to finalize the most favorable path for the city's first-ever Super Bowl spot.
Which is why the Texans no doubt carry the least amount of mojo of any team entering the postseason in the wake of the best-ever regular season in its franchise history.
But the lack of confidence in the Kubiak Crew is completely warranted and well earned given all that the Texans did not earn these final two Sundays.
How do the Texans come up so small with so much stake in Indy where they still have never won. In 11 tries. None more kick-to-the-groin than the latest.
How do you explain ...
Zero touchdowns first half to run the offensive drought to nine quarters.
Arian strangled to only 23 rushing yards in the first half against an outfit ground to mush for more than 300 yards just the game before. By the Chiefs.
Andre dropping a sure touchdown on a day when he racks 141 yards and is the only reliable offensive force.
Schaub over-throwing James Casey deep down the middle and potential points for one interception. Then over-throwing Andre final period in the end zone to all but kill reasonable comeback chances.
Nine largely brain-dead penalties.
Their one and only lead lasting all of :10-:12 when a Deji Karim (brought in off the street earlier in the month) bolts untouched for a 101 yard kickoff return and the first TD of his brief and ever-so anonymous career.
Rookie wide out T.Y. Hilton running unrestrained down the seem past Joseph while safety Quintin Demps appears late, dazed and confused on a 70-yard touchdown strike. On third-and-23. THIRD AND 23. For 28-16 early final period. The very same mighty-mite burner who torched the Texans late first half just two games ago. Inexcusable then given the game particulars. Infinitely more so the second time around.
And leave it to a kid quarterback from Houston to deal one of the most staggering blows to Houston football since the Oiler Dome days.
Such a waste. What an opportunity flushed.
They couldn't have ghost-written a better blueprint.
Two games in three games to close the regular season was all they needed. Two wins in three games against two flawed middle-rung type teams whose greatest strength is seemingly just enough each week to squeeze by and squeeze into their own playoff position.
Three games against two newbie quarterbacks. Two of the three games on the home turf.
Win both and it's the best Super set-up imaginable. A week off followed by a revved up Reliant against a team they've already beaten in the same friendly confines. Win that and it's either the Broncos or the Patriots. But saved from having to dispense of two Hall of Fame best-of-their generation quarterbacks in back-to-back playoff cauldrons.
From a somewhat streamlined Super route to now surviving a bring-back-the-Bengals playoff redux for the shot to take down Peyton again at Mile High for the chance to return to New England and the scene of their Monday night horror show.
If they first get past Cincy.
And if meeting the reasonable measure to secure the AFC's No. 1 was beyond the Texans collective reach, why the confidence for a sudden reversal now that the Super sweepstakes are officially underway.
Times have changed for Texans. So much gloom and doom in what is only the second playoff season in franchise history.
Such a waste.