Before I attempt to break free of insomnia tonight, I felt the need to try and make sense of what just happened in Denver. Because honestly, the more I think about it, I have no idea. Nothing makes sense. As a football analyst, it’s against everything I’m supposed to know to like Tebow as a quarterback. His motion is displeasing to the eye, and every ball thrown wobbles like a Russian doll. I understand why Boomer Esiason feels the need to hide under the covers when Tebow gets ready to throw.
But at this point, it’s too amazing to not be swept up in the hysteria. Twitter is rampant with endless Tebow tweets, beginning in the wee hours in the morning and culminating with every fourth-quarter comeback. Everyone has an opinion on Tebow, but most are along the lines of “Oh. My. God.”. He’s awful in the first three quarters, but then a fire is lit under his ass in the remaining time period for some reason. I don’t know why it always happens this way, and I doubt that he knows either.
I am officially giving up trying to analyze Tebow as a quarterback, because at this point, conventional scouting metrics are pointless. Not that I knew any methods to evaluate before, but the traditional “eye test” (does he look like a quarterback?) is just pointless now. There are plenty of ways to shine the light away from Tebow.
You can say Matt Prater won the game for the Broncos (who has maybe the strongest leg I’ve ever seen). You can say the defense won the game (and you’d probably be right). You could say the Broncos have lucked out with a lackluster schedule and have played teams dismantled by injuries (the Bears were missing Jay Cutler and Matt Forte).
But Tebow’s still 7-1, and even though it’s easy to give other people the light, it’s hard to argue against a winning record. This isn’t baseball, where pitching wins are a poor way of evaluating pitchers. The quarterback has A LOT to do with how a team performs, and winning has become the most important stat for them.
Tebow played very, very well in the final two periods of time. It made John Elway not look like an annoyed father for a brief moment. It made me not look like an annoyed cousin for a brief moment.
Whatever you want to say about Tebow, you can’t say this isn’t fun. It’s sports. Not every athlete should be perfectly fine tuned to Merril Hoge’s impossibly high standards. It’s exciting to see Tebow, whether you want to give him credit or not, be at the center of this every week.
Otherwise, you probably are void of a soul.