In case you had entered a 48-hour coma spanning the days of October 22-23, you missed out on the Tim Tebow delirium. And boy, did you miss out on the most overly-analytical and unnecessary weekend of the year.
If you enjoy Merril Hoge vomit inquisitive inanities, then this was your Christmas. If you value the spoken word of semi-brain dead talking faces, then this was your 1984 DNC. If you value "grittiness" or "winners" or are stuck in 1972, then this was your Bill Plaschke column played out in reality.
There was even a Jesus sighting or eight. There was something for everyone, a football carnival where everyone yells at you about what you can and cannot do, and not necessarily in that order.
Then Tim Tebow played, nay, started a football game, and performed with excess mediocrity. He did everything people hated and people liked. He threw passes with little regard for his rotator cuff, resulting in spirals that resembled deflated balloons.
He forced the Broncos to run a college-style offense, allowing for the option to be used for the first time since Red Grange wore a leather helmet (it has been used since then, but come on. The option? The offense alone is responsible for the death or injury of Vince Young/Andre Ware/Etc. careers).
He scored 15 points in three minutes to tie the game, and led the Broncos to a field goal in overtime to win. His final stats:
13/27 Comp/Att 161 Yards 2-0 TD/INT
Eight rushes 65 yards
On paper, that is not a crime against humanity that needs to be taken alive to the United Nations. Of course, Tebow threw for 24 yards during the first three quarters, and sometimes took on the quarterbacking skill of that of a wide receiver playing quarterback.
Throws that went over heads, sacks caused due to his "run-first" mentality (I see Stephon Marbury playing quarterback), and just an overall sense of bluster. Then he did nice things against the worst team in football. Congratulations to all parties involved.
My grievance with this entire story (of course I dislike something!) is the entire narrative of Tebow's career. Why can't we just accept him for who he is? Can we stop fanning ourselves in horror every time he drops back and makes that weird motion with his arm that turns into a forward pass?
Can we not run around searching for clues when he is named starting quarterback? Can we not rise in a nation-wide jubilation every time he wins a game? Can we not turn into pouting atheists every time Tebow invokes God into his postgame press conferences?
We are the reason why Tim Tebow was drafted in the first round, and therefore we are the reason why he receives so much insane media coverage. He should get some media scrutiny/love, but not for the reasons that lace the current storyline.
We hate on him because of his throwing motion and the fact that he doesn't fit the normal archetype of the "regular quarterback". We embrace him because he can perform miracles, or something like that.
Why can't we just appreciate Tebow for who he is, and enjoy it, mainly because we will never see anyone like him again. He is an athletic freak who happens to be an H-back playing quarterback.
It's fairly obvious that Tebow probably shouldn't be playing quarterback, but who cares? Who are we to tell him what to do? He's fun to watch, that's for damn sure. The sense of unpredictability and impending dread filled NFL Red Zone Sunday, and that it more exciting to watch.
So, Tebow isn't hurting anyone, makes games enjoyable, is a quality human being and does so with a degree of success somewhat. So why do we turn him into a quarterbacking Satan, other than that we need a storyline. Apparently, we do.
Just accept Tebow for what he is, and stop trying to psychoanalyze his faults and skills. He'll never change either of them, that should be fairly obvious by now.
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