Who Owns My Heart? (And Used to Own the Oilers)
Okay, so, let's talk about the Houston Oilers. Or, should I say, used to be the Houston Oilers. Because let's face it, this is a story of heartbreak, betrayal, and a whole lot of football.
The Good Old Days (or So We Thought)
Once upon a time, in a land of oil and football, there was a team called the Houston Oilers. They were our pride and joy, our oil-soaked heroes. And at the helm of this magnificent ship was a man named Bud Adams. Now, Bud was a character. He was like that eccentric uncle who always shows up with a weird gift and a stranger story. He loved his Oilers more than anything (except maybe money), and we loved him for it.
The Great Upheaval
But then, tragedy struck. Bud, in a move that can only be described as football heresy, decided to pack up his bags and move the team to Tennessee. Can you imagine? It was like finding out your favorite pizza place relocated to the moon. The city was in mourning. How could he do this to us? It was like breaking up with your high school sweetheart because they got a better job offer.
The Aftermath
So, who owns the Houston Oilers now? Well, technically, the name still belongs to the Tennessee Titans, who are basically the Oilers in disguise. It's like your ex getting a makeover and pretending they're a completely different person. We're still not over it, Tennessee.
But fear not, Houston! We got our revenge. We got a new team, the Texans. They're still trying to fill the Oilers-sized hole in our hearts, but hey, we're working on it.
How to Get Over the Loss of the Oilers (Probably)
- How to accept that the Oilers are gone: Realize that some things are just beyond our control, like the weather and reality TV.
- How to embrace the Houston Texans: Give them a chance. They might surprise you. Or not.
- How to find solace in other sports: Explore other options. Maybe you'll discover a hidden passion for underwater basket weaving.
- How to plan a pilgrimage to Tennessee: Just kidding. Don't do that.
- How to move on: It takes time. And maybe therapy.
So there you have it, the tragic tale of the Houston Oilers. But hey, at least we still have BBQ.