In the Houston Texans' third preseason game last Saturday night, running back Arian Foster left with a hamstring injury and did not return. His hamstring has been bothering him throughout camp and, as he went to the sideline, you could see the frustration and disgust all over his face. He reluctantly walked gingerly up the tunnel to learn the seriousness of his injury.

CultureMap first reported that there is a good chance Foster could miss the Texans' season opener against the Indianapolis Colts on Sept. 11 and after Foster tweeted an MRI of his hamstring on Wednesday, doctors contacted by ESPN and other media outlets said they'd expect him to miss a month (which would take him out of the crucial opener and maybe even week two). Foster's tweeted that he's "OK."

All of Houston is collectively holding its breath. Texan fans consider this season to be the franchise's first real shot to make it to the playoffs — and even win some games once there. But much of that thought centers around Foster putting up similar numbers as he did last year when he won the NFL rushing title and racked up a league-high 2,220 total yards from scrimmage.

Houstonians are worried about Foster because they are worried about the team's Super Bowl chances.

But why was the rest of the world so worried? Two words: Fantasy football.

It should be no secret that the NFL's meteoric rise in popularity has been to fantasy football. It now makes every game important to everyone who runs a fantasy team. In fact, our own interest in football is as follows: Texans, fantasy football, gambling. Arian Foster, apparently, isn't too happy with the trend of people only caring about his health for fantasy reasons though.

The day after his injury, Foster tweeted: "4 those sincerely concerned, I'm doing ok & plan 2 B back by opening day. 4 those worried abt your fantasy team, u ppl are sick."

A little harsh Arian? No? Your fantasy owners, outside of Texans fans, were your biggest champions last year. You should revel in the fact that people are anguishing over your injury. They wanted you. They are counting on you. Yes, health and the team are important, but most of these people would be non-existent fans if there wasn't any fantasy football.

However, Foster earned a lot more fans when he bashed known pot stirrer Colin Cowherd, an ESPN radio and TV personality. Cowherd apparently was not feeling the sympathy for Arian and passed on this message to Mr. Foster: "Hey Arian Foster---'We really do care about you as a human too. Um, now about that hammy?--signed, everybody".

Arian responded with the brilliant retort, "Did you want to be a critic as a child? Or did your dreams die with your humility?"This response brought digital cheers from throughout the twitterverse. Arian Foster is a hero, but was it worth it?

You don't want to bite the hand that feeds you. We know that Arian just came off a monster year and needs another solid year to get that huge contract he deserves (he's in the last year of a deal that pays him $525,000 this season). This hamstring injury could prevent him from providing for his family for as long as needs to. We get it. But he also needs to get it.

Football fans, for better or for worse, love fantasy football. They live and breathe it. He became a hero last year for owners that drafted him. So I hope when he posted this statement: "I know opinions are usually cement. But, I love all my fans. My quarrel is with people who value a digital game over a humans health. #love" — that he was referring to ALL of his fans, both fantasy fans and Texans fans.

We agree that people like the one who tweeted this gem, "I wish you well on your journey my friend RT @estradaphx jackass, w/out FF you would be cleaning toilets. Hoping you are seriously injured!", are probably the people Foster is talking about. He’s right about these types of people. They are sick.

But in all seriousness, Arian, get well. Get your contract, provide for your family, lead the Texans to the Super Bowl . . . and win my fantasy league, will you. And in the traditional Arian Foster send off: "Namaste."