I grew up in Austin as a diehard Texas fan and a cursory Cowboys, Astros & Spurs fan. When the Oilers drafted Earl Campbell, I became an enthusiastic Oilers fan… until Bud Adams fired Bum Phillips.
Then the Cowboys disillusioned what little faith I had left in the NFL when Jerry Jones bought the team and fired Tom Landry.
When I heard Houston was getting a new NFL franchise I was interested… until they named them the Texans. How boring. I think the Houston Humidity would’ve been a much better name. Or maybe the Houston Mosquitos. Mosquito fans could hum obnoxiously while the opposing team’s offense is on the field. That would have been cool. But no. They had to steal the name of the Kansas City Chief’s Dallas incarnation. Booooring.
When I heard San Antonio might steal the Saints, I got real excited and dreamed of becoming a San Antonio Santos fan. But that didn’t work out either.
So I had resigned myself to being scarcely anything more than a Texas Longhorn fan. The NFL, I had finally decided, was nothing more than bland entertainment to get my Sunday afternoon naps started.
Then came Vince Young. He’s special.
After 35 years of frustration he said “here ya go” and effortlessly handed Texas an MNC.
Then VY decided he wanted to go pro. I figure that I, as a Texas fan, can’t begrudge Vince Young anything he wants. After all, he delivered an MNC. If he wants to go pro, fine. God bless him.
But you know what? Just because Vince Young went pro does not mean that I can no longer root for this messiah in cleats.
Heck no. I’d root for Vince Young if he played for the Oklahoma Osamas.
So what happens? Old evil nemesis Bud Adams drafts Vince Young. What’s an old angry Earlers fan to do?
Well, I’ll tell you what I did. I let bygones be bygones. After all, I figure any man who was smart enough to draft both Earl Campbell and Vince Young can be excused for firing Bum Phillips and for screwing over the city of Houston.
After all, Bum wore a silly hat and when you get right down to it the city of Houston actually sucks. I don’t mean that as an insult, merely as a factual statement.
So I have no problem being a Tennessee Titans fan. Nope. None whatsoever.
Luv ya Blue! And VY too.