In a year in which the sports gods smiled on Texas, Houston found itself the biggest beneficiary of their affections. First came the Super Bowl last February, the largest—and what turned out to be the most revealing—party in all of professional sports. Then came Major League Baseball’s All-Star Game in July, a serendipitous showcase for the once-retired hometown boy Roger Clemens. And finally in December, for semi–sports junkies like myself, the Bayou City had potentially, by sheer fortune of timely scheduling, readied itself for yet another nod in the annals of sports history.
Having thrown 44 touchdowns in twelve games, the Indianapolis Colts’ Peyton Manning was on a furious pace to shatter Dan Marino’s single-season TD record of 48, with several pundits predicting that Marino (the former Dolphins QB has gone where all good, modern-day quarterbacks go to retire—a broadcasting chair at a major network)