Five things I'm thinking about this weekend while wondering if, just a little bit, the fact that Whitney Mercilus' name sounds like "merciless" made the Texans like him.
1. Something that seems true (and totally is): The Rockets are just about the most depressing thing.
They keep finishing with a winning record, but keep finishing outside the playoffs. They are a chain restaurant in a strip mall, they are a Lite American Lager, they are a moderately priced mid-size family sedan, a verse-chorus-verse-bridge-chorus pop song, a movie starring Ryan Reynolds. They are "not bad."
The Rockets' success is also their failure.
This isn't depressing in the way it is depressing to be a Charlotte Bobcats fan (a species I assume does actually exist), it's more like how it would feel if, say, an aging Tupac had spat 16 bars in a Justin Bieber song. It's the mediocrity of it all.
For the third consecutive year, the Rockets will be the team with the 0.5 percent chance of winning the NBA lotter...