Usually it is Bob McNair, the owner, in the locker room after the game talking to reporters. The job suits him. He's got that whole old-guy Texas way about him, with the slow, pebbled drawl.
Then it goes to Gary Kubiak, the coach, another native Houstonian. He's younger, but he's got that thing, too.
And then there is Rick Smith, the general manager. He's not from around here, and seems content to exist behind the scenes while the light bounces off the foreheads of Kubiak and McNair. The result is that you don't hear much about Smith, within Houston or without. He is not a glamour GM.
Like yeast in a ball of dough, you only know he's there because the whole thing keeps rising.
Smith just completed what might have been the least sexy draft in all the NFL. The draft is a Live Television Entertainment Event, and the Texans portion of it was like when they welcome you back from commercial before getting back to the action. The most exciting moment came in the fifth round, when Houst...