Tebowing in the Off-Season

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So, let me get this straight: about six months ago we were witnesses to the virtual second coming.

"Tim Tebow isn't going anywhere," his boss said. His boss being the legendary quarterback, John Elway.

Around that time Tebow was on the sidelines praying that he could bring a Super Bowl to Denver.

Turns out he just might.

By leaving.

Yep, he got fired.

And it's sort of fun to watch the backlash. Some people in Denver are up in arms. Tebow was going to be the guy to lead them to the promised land!

Now they only get Manning. There are plenty of heathens who are thrilled with the idea of Peyton Manning coming to town. They certainly should be if he's healthy. Not many better than him.

And once again, it is all about a couple of guys and a ball.

You see, one of the guys can throw the ball and people really like him, and the other guy doesn't throw the ball very well and people LOVE him.

What can you do?

It's like being the captain of a pick-up game and choosing your best friend instead of Michael Jordan.

Of course, I am wondering about the religious ramifications of all of this.

Will it be snowing in Denver in August?

Will Timmy take his Tebow to another sideline and bring love, peace and understanding to that team.

He is the first Christian to ever play a sport after all.

Ah hell, I don't know.

I just find the amusement with it sort of amusing. There is one certain fact known: Tebow will handle it all with grace and a sense of humor because he truly is a good guy. New York City better brace for his return. Clean up your streets; watch your language, Rex. Prayer group just got a captain.

"I'd let my daughter marry Tim," Elway said.

Under his breath he added:

"Maybe she can teach him how to throw a spiral."

Good luck Tim.

You'll land on your feet, and your apostles will certainly follow.

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