"So I started to walk into the water. I won't lie to you boys, I was
terrified! But I pressed on and as I made my way past the breakers a strange
calm came over me. I don't know if it was divine intervention or the
kinship of all living things but I tell you Jerry at that moment I was a
marine biologist!" -- George Costanza
You all remember that episode of Seinfeld, don't you? The one where George has to put on a facade of being a marine biologist in order to impress a woman that he is courting, lest she find out the actual truth -- that he is unemployed and living with his parents.
At the end of the episode, he is faced with a situation where he actually
has to save a suffocating beached whale in front of dozens of people
(including the aforementioned courtee) on the shores of Long Island Sound,
and in very underratedly Costanza-esque fashion he actually does so
successfully...because at that very moment he convinced himself that he was
a marine biologist. (Because it's not a lie if you believe it...God, I miss Seinfeld.)
This brings me to yesterday's Texans game against the Patriots, the last fifteen minutes of which were the most exhilirating chunk of time I've spent in that building since I moved back to Houston in 2007 (although Undertaker versus Shawn Michaels at Wrestlemania was not for the faint of heart).