J. R. had been drafted by the Broncos but cut from the roster after only a year. He was now a Free Agent and hoped to get on with the Texans. The Broncos had said that even for a lineman he was big and he was quick, but with those short legs he just wasn’t tall enough . . .
Since birds couldn’t play football (either American or Soccer) or baseball, while growing up, they liked to play flying games, imitating fighter jets. Fast turns, diving, flying almost straight up–what a good time! Henry dearly wanted to have his friends call him SR71 after the famous SR71 Blackbird super spy plane. His buddies, though, said, “Get used to disappointment; until you can fly 2,000 MPH at 70,000 feet, we’re just going to call you Henry.”
It had been meant to be a fun family gathering to watch the Texans/Ravens match, but as the non-stop political ads kept coming, so did the political polarization of the family. The wrangling and bickering never ended; in fact, it might be said by game’s end they were all a little crabby. . . . . David, Sf.G.
