So the Jets pass over Tim Tebow. Poor little bubala. Oy gevalt!
Come on Timmy it’s not so bad, you still have a enough fame in your pocket to set up a successful lucrative ministry. After all it was the goal line wasn’t it?
You didn’t seriously consider yourself a viable NFL quarterback with that arm did you? You ran because you had to. (You aren’t Aaron Rodgers. The world knows it. You do too.)
How come you couldn’t just Tebow away the rib pain? Oh yeah right it just doesn’t work like that. (how convenient)
Dude, we get it. It’s all about the money. You’re ticked off because you need to Tebow a few more times to really get the basket moving.
Just own it. Oh right, you can’t. It blows the whole mystique thing. Superstition can’t survive with openess and knowledge.
At least I’m not a Jets fan pissed off at the time wasted this season.
Oh wait, I remember Tony Mandarich. Still better than being a Jets fan.