Dear Texans,

It’s not you, it’s me. Well, actually that’s a lie – it’s you.   We have been together for years and we have had some good times, but its been mostly disappointment. Sure we went on a few dates in January but that b**ch from New England showed up and ruined the evening.  I have tried to stick it out, visiting every week, but you just make it too difficult. It’s almost as if you just don’t care.

I know you tried to make some drastic new changes last year and at first it felt like maybe things would work out.  Even when it started to fall apart last year I told myself you were committed to making changes and I should give you one more chance.  We didn’t see each other for about eight months and I guess as they say distance makes the heart grow fonder. When you came back a few weeks ago I had hope that you would be different and we could work this out.  You weren’t; you came back with that same loser mindset. Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me.

After how you treated me this week I am done.  I just can’t take the disappointment and frankly embarrassment anymore.   I think i’ts time we take a break. Maybe if you commit to some real changes or change your thinking we can re-visit our relationship, but for now I think maybe it’s time we see other people.  I still love football, but I just don’t think I love you. While I’ll be considerate enough to not take out any of your neighbors – the Titans, Jaguars and Colts – I can’t make any promises that I won’t find another team to care about.  I’m sure I’ll still see you around, and I hope we can still be cordial and not make things awkward, but for now we are finished.

See you around,

Stephen