Houston Texans 53-Man Roster (Plus 8) Tidbits: People Sift Through Our Garbage Now!
Full disclosure: I've never sifted through someone else's garbage, and I've never acquired any piece of my furniture by snagging it from the end of someone's driveway after they've thrown it out.
And then there were 53.
But to each his own, and if you've done this before, hey, as Tony Soprano would say, "Ya do whatcha gotta do to keep ya' dick up..."
I don't judge.
Hell, NFL teams do it every year at this time! Figuratively, at least... (although would anyone have put it past Al Davis to at least do an occasional drive-by past the DeBartolo Mansion back in the day just to see what they'd thrown out?)
What I mean is that, by last Saturday evening, all 32 NFL teams had identified the 53 men from their own camp that they wanted to go to battle with, but they were afforded the opportunity to see what players the other 31 teams had decided to put out at the end of the metaphorical driveway for the "waiver trash man" to come pick up.
And through that process, this weekend was another eye opener for how far the Texans have come as an organization, at least in terms of talent evaluation.
Used to be, not too long ago, that if you were an NFL player (current or aspiring) and the Texans' brass wheeled you out to the end of the driveway on Kirby for the next day's pickup, that meant you were pretty much finished as an NFL player.
For NFL purposes, Houston was the last stop on the Shitbird Express. We were the bizarro-Big Apple; if you couldn't make it here, you couldn't make it anywhere. A pink slip from the Texans a few years back would mean it was time to get that insurance agency started, see what opportunities there were in local radio or start working that coaching Rolodex.
But lately, a lot more people have been poking around at the Texans' discards, a sign that the roster is pretty deep and pretty talented. Hell, this year at cut-down time, you'd think the Texans were putting out perfectly good, unscathed furniture items with the price tag still dangling off the knobs on one of the drawers. Totally mint condition!
Tyler Clutts? Waived by the Texans, picked up by the Dolphins, because apparently there are still like half a dozen teams that use a fullback.
Dennis Johnson? Waived by the Texans, picked up immediately by the Cleveland Browns, despite the fact that Johnson looked like he was using waffle irons for hands in the final two games of the preseason.
Chris Jones? Waived by the Texans, picked up immediately by the Buccaneers, because frankly I just think Chris Jones has a chance to be a decent NFL player.
The Texans had not one, but TWO tight end cuts get picked up off the end of the driveway and wind up on another team's practice squad, Jake Byrne to the Chargers and Adam Schiltz to the Titans.
Hell, the Eagles even swapped one of their recyclables (something called a "Nate Menkin") for Jeff Maehl at one point during the preseason!
The point in all of this? The Texans' figurative trash has crossed over into "another man's treasure" territory, another small sign we have a pretty good football team on our hands.
(By the way, I'm bracing myself because I know somehow my analogy will get misconstrued into my saying that the people who got cut are trashy people or are actual trash when in fact I'm just making the most convenient and understandable "discard" analogy that I have available. For the record, I've met Chris Jones and he is a great dude! I've interviewed Dennis Johnson, AWESOME guy! Tyler Clutts is probably a solid guy, too, unfortunate last name notwithstanding. Okay?)