Stick No Bills

The Houston Rockets are a type of drug I like to take from the months of November to around May. I’ve never been able to say June since I was 3. There’s something about that team that keeps me coming back and rooting for RED. The team is incredibly resilient, and keeps fighting. We come up short sometimes, but there’s something that drives each player on the team more and more the next time. I like seeing that. We had our glory days. Back in the 80s with Moses to when we had The Dream and Ralph. Clyde the Glide and Hakeem in the 90s. T-Mac and Yao in the better part of the past decade. To now. A cohort of completely young talent looking to make something big. I do like this team. It’s a humble team. Humble beginnings. A part of me thinks we’ll get that 14th pick 3 years in a row, but there’s something that’s driven in Lowry, Dragic, Parsons, Bud, Scola, PPat, that keeps me coming back, keeps me entertained. I was born in Houston, and it’s very unlikely that I’ll die there, but I like to recognize the Rockets as a wonderful homage to the great city of Houston. I will always bleed red. That makes sense physiologically.