They say inspiration comes from strange sources. I don't think I've ever agreed more.
I came up with the idea for this article while hugging a cool porcelain toilet in the Staples Center's men's bathroom closest to section 206 back in January.
Maybe I should explain.
They were outscoring us. They were out rebounding us. They were out hustling us. They were outclassing us, and I was sick.
I think it was the burger I wolfed down, but I am more than willing to blame the Rockets' terrible effort.
Back to my head leaning against the Staples Center's potty, I was ill beyond belief. During my third Ivy League call (Haaaaa-vard) I realized something profound.
This was not the first time that a Houston sports team had succeeded in making me sick to my stomach.
Let's go through some of the Pepto-Bismol moments the Bayou City has experienced.