Well, let me tell ya, them Texans, they went and did it. They knocked them others right out! Texans eliminated, that’s what they’re sayin’. Don’t rightly know all them fancy team names, but I know a win when I see one.
Heard tell on the radio, that game with… uh…Miami, yeah, them fellers. Texans beat ‘em good, 20-12. That was somethin’. Folks were hollerin’ and cheerin’. Even old Mrs. Henderson, who can barely hear a hawk screamin’ a foot away, she was jumpin’ up and down like a spring chicken.
Now, this here’s what I understand, and mind you, it ain’t easy for an old woman like me to keep up with all this sportin’ stuff. They needed just one more win, or for them other fellers, the…the Colts, yeah, them Colts to lose. And wouldn’t you know it, them Colts, they went and lost. Broncos beat ‘em. So, that’s it. Texans are the champs of somethin’, somethin’ called the AFC South. Sounds important, so it must be.
Heard they even got a chance to be… second, or maybe third. Don’t rightly know what that means, but more is better, right? Like when you find an extra egg in the hen house, always a good thing. Seems like there are some other teams, the Bills and the…Steelers, they’re up there too. But right now, we’re talkin’ ‘bout them Texans. They’re the ones who did the eliminatin’.
- Texans beat Miami.
- Colts lost to the Broncos.
- Texans win AFC South.
There’s this young feller, Stroud I think they called him. He’s the one throwin’ that ball around. Folks say he’s real good. Reminds me of my grandson, Billy, always throwin’ rocks at them pesky squirrels tryin’ to get into the garden. Cept’ Billy ain’t never won no championships, unless you count that pie-eatin’ contest at the county fair. That boy can eat!
Some folks, they were talkin’ about them…Browns, I think. Said it was too bad for them. Guess they weren’t good enough. Happens to the best of ‘em, I reckon. Like that time I tried to make a peach cobbler and forgot to put in the peaches. Just ended up with a pan of sugary goo. A real mess, it was.
Anyways, them Colts, they’re out. Eliminated. Done. Kaput. Heard the Texans beat them before too, so that makes it official, like. Even if them Colts had won, the Texans still woulda been on top. That’s what they call a…tiebreaker, somethin’ like that. Sounds fancy, but all it means is the Texans were better, plain and simple.
This here…New York Times, whatever that is, they said it too. So, it must be true. They print all sorts of things, them city folk do. Most of it I don’t understand, but this part about the Texans, I got that. They won, and them others lost. That’s all that matters.
Now, I don’t know what’ll happen next. Probably more games and more hollerin’. But for now, I’m just happy them Texans did what they set out to do. They eliminated them Colts, and that’s somethin’ to be proud of. Makes you feel good, like when you find a four-leaf clover or when the rain finally comes after a long dry spell. It’s a good day for Texas, I reckon. And for them Texans who did the eliminating.
So let’s all raise a glass of sweet tea, or whatever you got handy, and give a cheer for them Texans. They done good. Real good. And that’s all there is to it. Texans victory, that’s what we’re celebratin’.
And as for them others, well, better luck next time, I guess. Maybe they need to eat more pie, like my grandson Billy. Might give ‘em the strength they need.
