I'll get right to the point here: Tim Tebow should be mad at Urban Meyer. That's right, steaming mad.
Meyer is a great coach—as evidenced by his overall career record—but he has messed up Tim Tebow's NFL career. Big time.
System quarterbacks come and go and, for the most part, they enjoy incredible success in the college game. But they fail miserably in the NFL.
Graham Harrell? Colt Brennan? Huge names at the college level, fighting for backup status at the NFL level. Some just disappear completely after the combines.
Whatever the case, the spread may be the bomb in college football, but it bombs in the NFL. Steve Spurrier thinks the NFL should embrace the spread—just how did his Fun-'N-Gun offense work out for him while coaching the Washington Redskins?
Frankly, it's a wonder why any kid has NFL aspirations while sitting in the shotgun and having his team spread the length of the field. The NFL doesn't buy this system, and it probably never will.
Just because 70 percent of high schools now run some sort of spread offense is not a reason to embrace the system. See the success of spread quarterbacks in the NFL as proof. Thanks so much, Gary Crowton.
A five-star quarterback recruit, for the most part, is just biding his time at the college level. Free publicity, hot chicks, and a lucrative NFL contract await if he minds his P's and Q's.
But Tim Tebow is a grim reminder of how the spread fails raw talent. FAILS.
There is something inherently wrong when one of college football's greatest players can't handle a snap under center. This is middle school stuff, folks.
There's something amiss when a quarterback dips so huge that a DB has at least a second to watch where the quarterback is going to throw. A double pump at his hip doesn't help matters.
Tim Tebow, for all his talent, was never coached up by Urban Meyer. Rip Charlie Weis all you want, but he made Jimmy Clausen a better quarterback. Clausen was coached up. Tebow was hugged and kissed for winning a game because the rest of the SEC couldn't keep up with the Gators' speed.
When faced with all-stars out of conference in the Senior Bowl, Tebow's cape was snagged, torn, and worn thin.
He was what we thought he was—a great player with a huge heart, intense desire, and horrible mechanics. Meyer didn't even attempt to correct this issue via his quarterbacks coach. If he did, he failed.
You won Urban Meyer two Nattys, Tim. What has he done for you?
Sure, he got you some national championships, but this is life. Crystal doesn't pay the mortgage. Rings don't make car payments. The hoopla is now moot.
The Myron Rolles of the world make us feel better about "the system," but the bottom line is that most elite recruits look at a team's success at getting its players into the NFL. Sad, but true.
Urban won't be around when you need a hug, Tim. He's looking ahead to another crystal ball in a few years.
In the mean time, you, Mr. Tebow, are stuck with a side-armed delivery preceded with a big dip and double pump. Good luck with that.
If you were a thug, we might have some hopes for you. Kill some dogs, shoot an innocent bystander, and hey, the NFL beckons. But you're too nice, and NFL fans really want nothing to do with that. They live for controversy, not Bible passages.
Like everyone else "used" in the spread, you had a great collegiate career, and now it's time to pay the piper. That metal bench needs some warming up. You can thank the spread offense for that.
The spread sells its soul to the devil.
"Play my way, and I'll win you a lot of games with amateurs. But don't think it will pay you any dividends in the NFL. I'm the spread. Pros know how to scheme against me."
It's pucker time for Mr. Tebow and the reality has set in—no first round, no second round, probably not even third round in the NFL draft. ESPN has lost its Golden Boy, and the NFL could care less about his eyeblack messages.
Sure Tebow's innocence and drive put butts in seats at The Swamp, but no one in the NFL gives a damn about coeds' crushes. Winning games is what counts. Against the big boys. Tebow, despite being one of college football's greatest players, will not have a snowball's chance in hell of that happening.
It's a shame, but it's reality. The party is over.
That Florida degree will come in handy, because in the lifetime of football games Tebow has played, he will not get a decent shot in the NFL unless a coach is willing to invest time and money to correct four years of oversight by Urban Meyer.
Four years of ignorance by Meyer.
It's OK to be mad at Urban Meyer, Tim. You are now venturing into the pros, something that Urban Meyer will never see as long as he runs the spread. While Meyer is collecting his millions, you will be...well, not. At least in football.
Fix the problems and you have a shot. If it's irreparable, broadcasting looks like a safe and lucrative bet.
So does the Presidency of the United States.