Vol Win Overshadowed By Tebow Injury

As I was sitting in a Buffalo Wild Wings watching Tennessee play Ohio, a terrible thing happened. In the midst of a blowout against Kentucky, Florida quarterback Tim Tebow took a sack and didn't get up. The man who has been constantly praised for his toughness, earning the nickname Superman, was finally down. This is when I realized my priorities were way out of whack.

My first reaction to Tebow going down was joy. I immediately jumped from my seat and cheered. What I didn't realize was that this was serious. More serious than I could have ever imagined. I thought he would get back up in a couple seconds; he didn't. In fact, Tebow wasn't even moving. It appeared he had been knocked unconscious. ESPN chose this moment to show a replay of this fateful play. As Tebow fell to the ground, the back of his head fell into the leg of his offensive lineman, causing it to snap forward and then back onto the ground.

At this point, I realize how distorted my views really are. I hate the Gators with a passion and this hatred has caused me to express joy at the potential severe injury of a human being. Fandom shouldn't go this far. I am ignoring the Tennessee game now and my attention is fully fixed on ESPN's constant replays of the injury that just occurred. Tebow has finally gotten up and walked off the field to the cheers of the crowd. Everything appears to be fine as Tebow makes his way to the bench.

When you see Tebow on the sideline, you can see something is amiss. He looks to be in a daze and his trademark smile is nowhere to be seen. He is being attended to by the Florida medical staff. The next thing you know, Tebow is being carted off the field and apparently throwing up constantly. This isn't good.

Tennessee appears to be in good shape in their game, though playing unimpressively. I find myself physically unable to express joy at this game. In fact, I can't express joy at anything at the moment. I am laden with grief and there's nothing I can do to change what I felt at the moment of that injury. All I can do is pray that he is okay.

Tennessee won their game, and I left the restaurant with a sober temperament. I tell myself I will never cheer for an injury again. Thing is, I don't know if that's true. I don't know if I will once again reach that point of irrational thinking to do such a thing again, but as of now I can say with complete honesty that I hope I never do.