I was born in Houston and lived in Sugar Land for a few years. My mom says it is a shitty city, and she never wants me to move back there. LOL. I was in Houston recently and it was cold as fuck. I was getting out of a car when I saw a homeless guy chillin in a parking lot with two small chunks of broken concrete in his hand. He was walking around chillin his little broken chunks as I walked away. Suddenly he did his best Roger Clemens impersonation and threw two 2 seem fastballs at a green camry solara. BAM BAM! Holey shit! That is scary thing to witness in Houston!!! But I'll give Houston, and entire state of Texas the benefit of the doubt for that matter. But, after reading the beginning part of this guys article, I'm beginning to wonder. Is it really that crappy!?!?!
This guy Bill Simmons hates Houston
By Bill Simmons
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HOUSTON -- On the night before I hopped a plane to Texas for the NBA's annual All-Star Weekend, L.A. Times columnist J.A. Adande e-mailed me just to say, "Have fun at the black Super Bowl."
And that's when I thought two things:
1) Perfect. That's the perfect description of why I love NBA All-Star Weekend. It's the black Super Bowl. How could you possibly predict what could happen at the black Super Bowl?
2) Damn, why didn't I think of that phrase first?
Without further ado, some awards for the 2006 Black Super Bowl, which delivered the goods (as always):
All the stars come out for the Black Super Bowl -- even if it's in Houston. (John Sciulli/WireImage.com)
The Phil Connors Award for "City that I can't seem to escape"
In the past four years, I made four separate trips to Houston and spent a total of 24 days here. And you know why I did it? For you, the reader. I covered the Galleryfurniture.com Bowl, the Super Bowl, baseball's All-Star Game, and now, the NBA All-Star Game. And you know what? That's too much freaking time to spend in Houston. My editors just bleeped me, I don't care. Maybe Houston doesn't suck any more or less than 20 other major cities, and maybe the people are friendly and likable, but the fact remains, you would never come here for any reason, other than these three:
(1) For work.
(2) To gain weight.
(3) To get shot.
You just wouldn't. And yet, dating back to the Super Bowl XXXVIII in February 2004, three of the last eight major sporting events were held in Houston. Does this make any sense? There are 30 to 35 American cities that could host the Super Bowl and/or either of the All-Star Games ... and yet Houston pulled off the Ultimate Pro Sports Trifecta in a 24-month span, despite the fact that it's a sprawling city with traffic and safety problems (the three intangibles you always want to avoid for major sporting events). Here's what really frightens me: I have spent so much time here, I actually know my way around. Can I have this information removed from my brain? Is there a pill I can take?
Anyway, I have the following announcement to make: I am never, ever, ever setting foot in Houston again. I don't care if the Red Sox play the Astros in the World Series. I don't care if the Celtics play the Rockets in the NBA Finals. I don't care if my daughter gets engaged to an astronaut and has to have a quickie wedding in Houston hours before he gets launched to Saturn. I'm never coming back to Houston. Twenty-four days were enough. No offense.