Let’s stir that drink."The Pro Bowl happened yesterday Womens Joel Heath Jersey , and by saying it happened is like saying a tree fell down when you are going along a nice forest stroll and there’s a bark carcass snapped over the trail. Sure, the tree fell down. Sure, the Pro Bowl happened. But did it really happen?The only thing of importance to come from it was this. Deshaun Watson threw a touchdown pass to Jalen Ramsey. Pass rush doesn’t exist. No sizing anyone up on the outside. Ramsey runs a slant I guess. This isn’t football so football things we say like run a route, or pass set, or drop step, don’t have any real attachment to reality. Watson threw a pass, in the sense that the ball left his hand and traveled in the air as a result of the force he put on it, but this isn’t football, so it really isn’t a pass. And they said it was a touchdown, which isn’t really even a touchdown. Watch the clip below. The AFC ‘coach’ was Anthony Lynn. Now Lynn is actually the Head Coach of the Los Angeles Chargers, he isn’t the head coach of the AFC, and I love him very much for making this thing happen. He allowed this to occur in between two sidelines. Thank you Mr. Lynn. This is important in the fact that Jalen Ramsey is a top five defensive back, but is a mercurial personality. He hates playing on a losing team. The blues can crawl up his sleeves when Blake Bortles is missing wide open seam routes. Last year he was anxious and upset, and for good reason, the Jaguars fell from the AFC Championship Womens Sammie Coates Jersey , a game they should have won, to a puddle of dumpster water made from the freshest squeezed corpses. I love Ramsey, not only because he’s incredible and is one of the best in the league in what he does, but how he plays. He’s a pair of sweaty crunchy socks stuck to blistered cover feed thirsting for moleskin. His arms are long and equipped with echolocation. Press coverage is easy when you have a chest as strong as his. The mouth piece dangling because of constant yapping. And when he yaps he doesn’t hesitate to say how he really feels, unlike the rest of us sheep, who are forced to keep it boiling inside. As much as Ramsey talks, he has nothing but pleasantries for DeAndre Hopkins and Deshaun Watson. Said Ramsey of Watson this past offseason. Said Ramsey of Hopkins this past offseason. This is all fan fiction. BUT the Houston Texans need defensive back help. They have none of it. If Jacksonville doesn’t grab a competent quarterback and Ramsey is once again toiling in misery why would he want to stay? Why would he want to continue to go up against Watson and Hopkins every year, when free agency exists, when first round picks exist? What some saw yesterday as a cute thing in a football masquerade, I see a crack. A trickle of water. Expansion from freezing. Time. Friendship and respect. I see a future that I want to see. A few years ago, when I had wild ideas and wanted to be any place but here, I moved out to the desert to cove illegal OHV routes and build trails, sleep outside, backpack every ten days, read and write and never have to look at a screen again. It was all very beautiful. I was trying to decide between starting again somewhere else with and make another set of friends http://www.thetexanslockerroom.com/authentic-andre-hal-jersey , in Alaska, or the northwest, or anywhere that would take me to do similar work. Yet I was scared of time and being left behind. I got a decent gig and thought I would give it another try. The gig got better. I’m still here. Yet, I miss it. I miss it all the time. I miss the winter desert sun, the way all the snakes come seeping out of the ground in the spring time, the unbound infinity of the landscape, cutting my hands on rocks, eating beans for every meal, driving a big mean 4x4 truck all over everything, walking and reading, sleeping outside without a tent every night; without anything blocking my subconsciousness, backpacking twice a month, and feeling everything. I’m dying. I haven’t seen the stars in years. A year ago I was online, and by online, I mean I was scrolling around on Twitter. Something came up for Desert Oracle. It’s a quarterly publication written composed by Ken Layne who puts together stories regarding the Mojave Womens Jordan Thomas Jersey , and the desert in general. Damn that looks cool. I forgot to buy each issue and the publication fell out of my mind. Then, last week, I was online again, and by online, I mean I was scrolling on Twitter. The Desert Oracle came up again. This time it was a podcast. It’s spectacular. The episode starts with some campfire guitar. It opens the door for a deep gruff man voice. The man talks about sp00ky things that happen in the desert, personal tales of his, and even has some audio from late night desert walks. The crunching of gravel. The baying of coyotes. Stories about the places I miss. Stories about the things I miss doing. A few weeks ago I got the itch to go back. This podcast has turned these uncomfortable patches into open and leaking sores. I’ll get a taste of it again in two weeks to go hike the Outer Mountain Loop by myself. To finally read a book again, see the stars again, stay off my phone again, sleep outside again, and spend an entire day walking again. Check the podcast out. It’s here. Check out the quarterly. It’s here. I’m waiting for every copy that I recently bought. Anyways, that’s all I got. The rest of the floor is yours to talk about whatever, Texans related or not. Just remember the standard commenting rules apply.