They'll be Tebowing in front of St. Patrick's Cathedral come September.
And now that the New York Jets have confirmed the team's trade for the almighty Tim Tebow after a wild Wednesday where it was in doubt, there is nary a second to spare in picking apart what might be the most embarrassing Jets moment since Joe Namath tried to steal a kiss from ESPN's Suzie Kolber.
Despite the minority of fans that love this move—as evidenced by the fact that Tebow jerseys have already shown up on the streets of Manhattan on Thursday morning—Tebow to the Jets is a Tebownheaded move that will spell disaster for all involved.
Let me count the ways:
Tebownheaded Observation No. 1
First, on the day that Peyton Manning made it clear that he did not want to play for the Jets, Gang Green's management made the now second-dumbest move in Jets history by giving the under-performing incumbent starting quarterback Mark Sanchez a contract extension.
"Why?" we all asked.
Because that's what you do when you have a quarterback who requires more coddling than a colicky infant.
Tebownheaded Observation No. 2
Then the Jets go out and bring in Tim Tebow—a dysfunctional quarterback if ever there was one—to join a dysfunctional team if ever there was one.
Bringing in Tebow, after you've already shown how much confidence you have in the emotional stability of your franchise quarterback—none, zero, zilch, nada—is like adopting the troubled kid down the road and giving him your kids' bed.
It might make you feel warm and cuddly for a moment, but it's going to wreak havoc on your man-child's psyche.
Tebownheaded Observation No. 3
To add insult to injury (we try to avoid such cliches at Bleacher Report, but at times like this, our sanity is so strained we just fall back on what we know because our minds are flickering in and out of this madman reality), the Jets overpaid for said evangelical quarterback, giving up a fourth- and sixth-round draft pick when most prognosticators suggested that Tebow might actually languish with the Denver Broncos until his outright release is granted.
Whew, catching my breath now.
Tebownheaded Observation No. 4
This gives the Jets' new offensive coordinator, who most sane people in the NFL steered clear of this offseason, not just cause but motivation to resurrect the vaunted (cough, cough, spit, spit) Wildcat offense.
Let's just say that Tony Sparano arriving in New York did not strike fear in the hearts of New England Patriots fans everywhere.
Tony Soprano = fear. Tony Sparano = quiet chuckles behind his back.
Tebownheaded Observation No. 5
The team is a wreck. It's a cesspool of egos and attitudes, too many who care more about "gimme the ball" than "get me a ring." One decent man, one God-fearing Christian cannot save the Jets.
Tebow, in all of his mediocre quarterbacking glory meets evangelical calling, will just about melt in the New York locker room.
Think The Exorcist meets Little House on the Prairie.
This move will spell disaster for all involved. It will thwart both Sanchez and Tebow's growth as a quarterback, and it will do nothing to salve the sickness that is the Jets locker room.
But there is one silver lining to this Tebownheaded move. It makes for a kick-ass slogan heading into the 2012 season:
"Jets 2012: On a Wing and a Prayer."