Tim Tebow: Welcome to the Oakland Raiders, 160 Days Early

WARNING: THIS LETTER SOUNDS LIKE A DISNEY MOVIE. STILL, PLEASE READ AND COMMENT. THANK YOU.

Dear Mr. Tim Tebow,

As I watch another Oakland Raiders loss in pain, I, along with thousands of Raiders fans, wonder why we drafted some guy named JaMarcus Russell.

We've all heard of him; scouts said he was the best quarterback to come out since Peyton Manning. They said he could throw the ball a mile—that his size, speed, and size ratio could make him equals with Michael Vick.

I'll admit, I was excited.

I was thinking, "Hey, this guy is as big as a linebacker, he can throw it a mile, and he can run too. He will bring the Raiders back."

But now that I think about it, a football field is only 100 yards. Three hundred feet, correct? Not quite a mile.

The more that I watch Russell, the more I see he can't throw a ball accurately even if it's less than 10 yards, much less 30 or 40.

There is also something that the scouts cannot measure, Mr. Tebow. That's heart.

I know, that may sound like a Hallmark card or Disney movie, but I am serious. They say pictures are worth a thousand words. That picture above makes me think of a couple: heart, dedication, success, champion, Superman.

Please Mr. Tebow, I am begging you.

Know this: When the Raiders select you, we select you. I am 100 percent confident that you will lead the Raiders back. I don't want to put all the weight of the world on you, but people are looking at playoffs after the 2010 season.

I am thinking playoffs in 2010, Lombardi in 2011. I apologize in advance for those larger-than-life expectations.

Know this, Mr. Tebow: If you don't succeed, try again. In the words of the late and great Jimmy Valvano, "Don't give up, don't ever give up."

See you in August.