Monday, November 21, 2011

The New Yorker Defends Tebow

It's nothing you haven't already read a dozen times before, but the point is Tebow transcends sports.  Because of his relentless competitive spirit, combined with his style of play and undeniable success, Tim Tebow has been able to bring his personal beliefs into the public arena with him off of the playing field.  


Dislike him if you will, but there’s one overriding reason to like Tim Tebow: it’s fun to watch him play football. Tebow is a loose cannon, capable of greatness and futility in equal measure, and in quick succession. You never know what you’re going to get, especially now that Denver has ditched any attempt to play along with the N.F.L.’s cohort of precise passing machines, becoming something wholly unique in the ecosystem of N.F.L. offenses. Above all, Tebow—like many, but not all, professional athletes—seems to care. Set aside Tebow’s twenty-yard touchdown scamper and look at a nine-yard run earlier in the drive. Tebow evaded a rusher, cut through a hole on the right side and sprinted toward the sideline. Jets cornerback Darrelle Revis, who said earlier in the week that “the biggest thing for the secondary is for us not to fall asleep,” was in pursuit. Smart quarterbacks get out of bounds here. Tebow faked to the sideline then plowed through Revis, who gave only his forearms to the tackling effort. The Broncos were on their way.

Wins for quarterbacks are an overrated statistic. There are ten other players on Tebow’s side of the ball, eleven more on defense, and don’t forget the punter and kicker. Tebow scored the winning points, but he needed a good block from his tight end to clear the onrushing defenders, a fact he emphasized after the game. Sincere or not, it’s hard to hate a star for insistent expressions of humility. Cue the chorus: “He’s got it.”