It was October 2nd. The Texans had just clobbered the BESFs, and I was prepared to get a tattoo of Deshaun Watson holding up the Lombardi Trophy. I knew where I wanted it, too. Right chest, just above my “MOM” tattoo. Gotta keep the most important things close to the heart, right?
What was the single most dynamic exhibition of offensive efficiency in franchise history turned out to be nothing more than a flash in the pan. A shooting star. The whisper in a gust of wind.
From world beaters to beaten by the world.