After too many weeks of sportswriter mad-cow disease superlative-drenched brain-eating craziness—“Amazing, incredible, phenomenal, incomprehensible, mind-blowing, unbelievable,” Sports Illustrated fulminated last week, and that was only the cover we can finally sigh in relief and offer thanks to New England Patriots quarterback Tom Brady for placing us back on the path of the wise and righteous.
The epic duel between new versus old, upside versus downside, supermodel versus mom and apple pie, praise Jesus versus praise Wes Welker and Rob Gronkowski, wasn’t a duel at all. As it turned out, the only commonalities that Tom Brady and Tim Tebow have is first names beginning with T and two-syllable last names. But for the first time since he was a rookie in 2001, it wasn’t Brady who got the majority of attention on the eve of a game but Tebow, the former Heisman Trophy winner from the University of Florida now with the Denver Broncos. Much of it had to do with his fourth-quarter heroics, leading the Denver Broncos to four consecutive come-from-behind wins, all the more resonant since he had a general habit of looking miserable for the first three quarters and just what NFL scouts predicted he would be, an errant passer with throws going all over the place except anywhere close to the hands of receivers. Tebow, an evangelical Christian, is also unabashed in his open displays of religion, praying on the sidelines or after a touchdown, invoking God whether it’s during a postgame interview or on Twitter.