Well, that was fun while it lasted, wasn’t it?
In a whirlwind sports story straight out of the scripts of “The Heavenly Kid”, “Angels In The Outfield”, “Necessary Roughness” (the Scott Bakula & Sinbad movie, not the USA Network show) and, my personal favorite, “Rookie Of The Year” (“pitcher’s got a biiiig buuuutt!”), the legend of Tim Tebow grew out of Denver and took the nation by storm. Up until this past Saturday, enough people in this country to elect a President were willing to bet and believe that an aw shucks clean cut never rounded third base with a girl honest to gosh boy scout with a wet noodle of a throwing arm could lead his team to victory against QB Uggs and the evil empire known as the Belicheats (angry Jets fan? me? how’d you guess?). And you know what? Up until halfway through the first quarter, they would have been right! But then reality set in and the stagecoach turned back into a pumpkin and the valiant steeds back into mice as, to borrow a phrase from “The Evening Jones”, BEATEMDOWN commenced. Tebow remained classy throughout and gave us all a rarity in sports– someone to blindly believe in for no factual or statistical reason whatsoever. Not to get all poetic nor flowery about this guy, I’ll leave that to the mainstream media, but this was like reading “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty” all over again.