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Saturday Night’s Alright For Commenting: 9/22/18 I’ve really seen the snow twice in my life. I’m talking snow Cheap Tytus Howard Jersey , snow. That the little Texas flurries that arrive every four years or so. The first time I was at the Grand Canyon. We were told they were going to get three inches of it in the middle of March. lol. Three inches. What’s that? An ant sized amount of snow? We slept in the tent and buddled and cuddled up while the end of the world happened outside. The tent had this bulbous swell hanging over our head when we woke up in the morning. I unzipped the transient shelter, and I’ve never laughed so hard in my entire life. The place was scorching white. Three inches of snow is not an ant sized amount of snow. It’s a The Lion, The Witch, And The Wardrobe amount of snow. The second time was last week. If you missed me around here I was up in Canada backcountry camping. I was supposed to go to Montana, but Montana was on fire, and because of an online friend recommendation I ended up in Banff National Park. When I left to have the entire park to myself the forecast said occasional thunder storms, which is just what to expect everyday up and in the mountains, and snow on Thursday. I asked what snow on Thursday meant. I’ve been in dire situations before because of intended ignorance and wanted a nice comfy and cozy trip. I was told it’s too early in the year for it stick. Cool. I was off. Wednesday came and I was the only person on Earth. No one else was around aside from some birds, and some bear tracks, surreal mushrooms the size of personal pizzas and smeared with bloody jam, and the constant ringing in my ears reminding me it’s just me, and only me. I climbed out of the forest, damp and frigid, and went through a mountain pass composed of a long multi-colored meadow, angelic dandruff covered mountains, and the majestic, this is way too beautiful to be on this Earth glacier fed waterfalls that fall into a glacial lake so clean and clear that it reflects the landscape around it. In this state, I was just consciousness. I was no longer trapped in these legs and these bones and strewn inside all these guts. A water faucet was all I was. I climbed up and out of the pass. I came back to. I could feel my legs and my shoulders gently sobbing with weight. The sky was blue up ahead, the perfect contrast with those old gray and crumbling mountains. With a storm at my back I hurried through the valley below so I could set up camp warm and dry and climb inside if the afternoon precipitation was anything more than rabbit turd sized ice. During the scurrying, the mountains to the left sucked up the storm. I was in the clear. I hiked up to my own private green and teal lake, made my little home, and hiked to the source of the lake, another glacier fed waterfall. Soaked from water holding bushes I went to bed before the sun went down. I woke up Thursday after night time trampling over my head. Warm in a fancy bag. I expected hail and rain and maybe a little snow. It wasn’t a little snow. It was more than enough snow to stick. I was inside of a snowglobe. Fat white globs came down from the sky. The mountains surrounding the lake were hidden among snow clouds. Think only of now. Don’t think of what’s ahead. Pack up and get going. Following the up and down of the creek through snow covered pine trees, which is the only good pine tree aesthetic Tytus Howard Jersey Womens , I crossed a gate, damp and warm, and eventually came to the intersection of get out of there now or go up and ahead and for it. I felt strong and warm and fast. After forty miles on the trail I could see the lowered section and where it follows. My eyes were sharp for cairns and orange ribbons. All that snow walking made everything was zen. I opted to be the cowboy. The next section was of course uphill snow trudging. Just me and the snow and another sublime mountain pass. Constantly forced to take my hat off to prevent sweating, trying not to die in cotton clothes, being confused in this swirl of foreign slush, in an alien land, I caught snow flakes in my hand. Reminding me of folded white paper cut at various sections. A river the color of childhood bath water. I kept climbing up and up waiting for the trail to break flat and even, and cut like a smeared bird to the right into the next valley. When it did I couldn’t see. The snow went up to my mid calf. The trail was swallowed up. Everything was so bright, it was blinding, it was like a videogame when the protagonist you control gets knocked out and comes to under a burning overhead light, it’s the bright light I expect to see once this incurably healthy body no longer is. There was no trail. Just a comical amount of snow. I couldn’t see. The white strained my eyes. I saw rainbow spots and thought I could faint. It was the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.Confused, my hands were on my side. The map showed the trail started at a creek. I saw a creek, but couldn’t be 100% sure this was it. I tried to be the cowboy, but I wasn’t the cowboy. Walking back through my old foot prints I slipped and slided. I stepped on a bannana peel and fell on my back. Ashamed and soaked, I checked my pack. My tent was missing. This could become a nightmare. I dropped everything, and trudged back up to the top of the pass. Where I just was. Rocks looked like my tent. Hunks of trees looked like my tent. Nothing was my tent. My tent was all the way back up where I turned around. Exhausted, and starving, I put my tail between my legs and slipped back down. Everything was ho-hum from there. I stepped in my old footprints. The snow kept plopping down. Crunch, crunch, crunch, the snow started to harden. I put my hood on and kept eyes low and focused only what was in front of me. I was back at the intersection. I headed downwards from there. I was out by 7:30. A twelve hour day, an 18 mile hike or so, chocolate milk and a $50 room at the YMCA. I always thought I hated the cold and the snow. I know now that I don’t. I hated this WInter version we have down here. Everyone who lives where the sun is a novelty and not a constant fixture in their lives has something they hang onto during that time of year. Whether it’s snow shoeing, or skiing Black Tytus Howard Jersey , or ice fishing, or snowboarding, or ice skating, or hockey, or snowmobiling, there’s something that gets them up and out outside the door to enjoy what I thought to be an impossible to enjoy time. For me, the thing I hold myself to once everything is dark by 6:00 p.m. is locking myself in my room and not eating and staying in on Friday nights and spending my time with my words and other people’s words. But now, I’m ready for the cold. I think I can seize it and enjoy it. Find fun in the windy gray. Savor the flannel sheets and Brazos jacket. Laugh at crunchy hair from morning showers. I won’t just wail around and plod and plot for what I’ll do once the sun is back again. Anyways that’s all I got. The floor is yours to talk about whether it’s Texans related or not. Just remember the standard commenting rules apply. Maybe Houston shouldn’t have won the division." 2019 NFL Draft2019 NFL Draft: Houston Texans’ First Round Nightmare Scenario New,40commentsMaybe Houston shouldn’t have won the division. CDTOh, the NFL Draft, a three day extravaganza of predicting, projecting, and praying that months of studying will pay off. Some teams have more to desperately pray for than others, but fortunately for Texans’ fans, the anticipation does not have to wait until the third round begins this year.With the 23rd pick in the 2019 NFL Draft, there should be plenty of talent available for the Texans to select. However, the first tier of offensive line and cornerback talent may be off the board by the time the Texans go on the clock. If so, the Texans may be scrambling to find comparable talent with a first round pick at corner or offensive tackle. This is how it could happen, and what Houston should do if it does.Part One: A Run on Offensive LinemenTo compensate for the best defensive line draft in recent memory, teams respond with a mid-first round run on offensive linemen. If you’ve studied the myriad of mock drafts posted on a daily basis, you’ve seen this scenario outlined below. Everyone and their mother is projecting the Jags take Taylor with the seventh overall pick to replace Jeremy Parnell. Taylor is the most NFL-ready right tackle in this draft class. The Packers have other needs, but as Aaron Rodgers’ health goes, so do the Packers; Williams would pair nicely with David Bakhtiari to protect Rodgers’ blind side. I could also see the Pack taking Cody Ford and moving him to guard. The Panthers have holes all over the offensive line and Dillard would shore up the left side of the line. Although I doubt Dillard makes it all the way to 16, he likely won’t get past the Panthers if he does slide a tad. The Vikings have an equally miserable offensive line as the Texans and would subsequently pick the best lineman available in this scenario. Ford is my ideal Texans draft pick White Tytus Howard Jersey , though Weston surely disagrees. Like that kid on the playground that follows the bully and gets the last kick in, the Chargers leap the Texans in this scenario to nab Little as their future left tackle. Little may not be a plug-and-play first-round talent right now, but he has an elite ceiling if he succeeds. Part Two: The Three CBs Are Swept UpIf you are a consumer of all things irrelevant (a/k/a mock drafts and flat earth theories), you’ve seen the former usually presents only three corner backs drafted in the first round. Deandre Baker, Greedy Williams, and Byron Murphy are three talented corners with vastly different skill sets, and their draft selections will be more dependent on each team’s scheme rather than their rank of talent.This is not the most elite cornerback class, but need takes precedent in the middle of the draft. The Redskins, Giants, and Titans steal the best talent right out of the Texans’ grasp. Deandre Baker is a stud corner who will dive right into the Redskins’ revolving door secondary. They will make up for his speed concerns with their base-nickel package and with newly acquired Landon Collins. Byron Murphy would excel for the Giants as a zone coverage corner on the other side of Janoris Jenkins, and Greedy Williams makes a ton of sense for Tennessee since they face Deshaun Watson, Andrew Luck and now Nick Foles twice a season. Greedy can run with T.Y. Hilton and is physical enough to battle DeAndre Hopkins Now that the dead are at the gates of Winterfell and all the talent in the land at positions of need have been taken, what do the Texans do at 23? The first thought is to trade back and get more at bats in the draft, but moving back does not make the talent any better. If this scenario takes place on April 25th, the Texans will have to read their draft board, use every second of the clock to find a trade partner, but ultimately they should make this pick:The talented corner is already on the Texans’ (and Charley Casserly’s!) radar. He met with the Texans during the Senior Bowl, as reported by Aaron Wilson.It is not that taking Ya-Sin is a guaranteed bust or a wasted pick, but teams are looking for Pro Bowl talent in the first round. Ya-Sin ran a 4.51 40-yard dash at the NFL Combine which was well within the bottom half of times for defensive backs. He played most of his career at Presbyterian and only one season at Temple as a graduate transfer. He has prototypical cornerback size and length and knows how to be aggressive at the top of his routes. His film during the Senior Bowl presented much needed tape against NFL-ready talent. Ya-Sin would be an immediate solution for the Texans at corner. The team brought in Bradley Roby and Briean Boddy-Calhoun as band-aids, but Ya-Sin is a moldable talent who I could see Bill O’Brien and Brian Gaine pulling the trigger on over reaching for a definite second-round offensive lineman. Still, for all that Ya-Sin would bring, the Texans have their eyes on a player with a higher ceiling entering the draft.


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