To: Bob McNair, Owner, Houston Texans

From: Andre Johnson, Wide Receiver, Houston Texans

Subject: Enough is enough

Dear Mr. McNair,

First, let me get the thanks out of the way.

Thanks for believing in me. Thanks for drafting me. Thanks for welcoming me to the Texans.

Oh, how I wish that after the season I will be able to thank you for letting me go somewhere I have a chance to win a Super Bowl.

I love Houston, and I love the Texans, but I hate losing.

I've kept quiet through all this organization's bungling, but enough is enough.

Am I demanding a trade? Nah, that isn't my style.

In fact, I might not even click send on this email, because I don't want to become a distraction. Were I that type of person, I would have demanded a trade long ago.

Like when you kept David Carr around another year, even though every knowledgeable NFL person knew he was a lost cause at quarterback. There is no telling how much it took out of me to lead the league in receptions in 2006 with a broken quarterback throwing to me.

I could have asked out when you kept letting Gary Kubiak hire defensive coordinators who couldn't coordinate a suit-and-tie combo, let alone an NFL defense, which basically guaranteed us years of mediocrity.

I didn't even ask to be dealt after the 2010 season, when we went from mediocre to laughingstock. Again.

That made twice in my career that I got to see there is definitely a place worse than middle of the pack. I'd hoped to never see that again.

But here we are, Mr. McNair. Back to being, as the Chronicle's esteemed Texans beat writer John McClain has said about us, oh, some 5,000 times since I have been here: pathetic.

We lost to the Raiders? The Raiders? They haven't been to the playoffs since I joined the NFL in 2003, yet they have twice as many wins as we do this year.

Glutton for punishment

I've always said this is where I want to be and that I never wanted to wear anything but a Texans uniform. I've done some reading on it, and I'm starting to think these statements are evidence of Stockholm Syndrome. They have to be. I mean, what athlete wants to keep losing for a living?

Let me go, Bob. Set me free. I've served a 10-year sentence for a crime I didn't commit.

I didn't hire all those failures. I didn't draft all those scrubs. I didn't sign all those bad contracts. I didn't call all those horrible plays.

I didn't make mistake after mistake while learning how to be an NFL owner, or mistake after mistake while learning how to be an NFL general manager, or mistake after mistake while learning how to be an NFL head coach. Yet I'm still here paying the price for mistakes made by you, Rick Smith and Gary Kubiak.

I've played 20 more games as a Texan than any other person, and I'm the only player on the team who was here when you hired coach Kubiak.

Unless you have a plan to pick up a top quarterback on the cheap, we'll draft one, and next season I'll be catching passes from a kid who was in elementary school when I joined the league.

For the last month, Coach has had me out there with a youngster who can't read a blitz. At least the kid is a bit of a playmaker. He almost made it fun again. Still, we didn't win.

Then I look up in the third quarter against Oakland, and Matt Schaub, who was benched because he was playing poorly, was back on the field. Still, we didn't win.

What a mess we are. I'm too old for this mess.

But not too old, just too old for this mess. I have a lot of great football left in me.

Only one other NFL receiver (Marvin Harrison) had three 100-catch, 1,500-yard years, and only one other NFL receiver (Jerry Rice) had such a season after or in his 10th year, as I did last season.

They played with Hall of Fame QBs. I don't waste energy imagining how much better my numbers would be if I had played with a better quarterback. As I said, it's not about the numbers. Individual accomplishments are fine, but I hate losing.

Milestone feels hollow

Sunday against the Raiders, I caught 10 passes for 116 yards, which is the 19th time I have had at least 10 catches and 100 yards in a game, the most in the history of the NFL. Did I look happy at the end of the game?

Did you see that our raggedy-armed, mentally fragile quarterback chose to throw the ball to me despite half the Raiders secondary surrounding me? Ridiculous.

As I told the media after Sunday's game, I am under contract and will play my best for whoever is at quarterback and no matter the team's record.

My guess is you'd like to trade your team for one of the 27 teams that has a better record than our embarrassing 2-8 mark.

You can't do that, but you can put me out of my misery.

Considering all I have done for this franchise, is that too much to ask?

Or do I have to pull an Ed Reed and tell you that we were outcoached on Sunday? Again.

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