I'm SOuLeD

Tough as I am on the Tebow, the wearing his religion on his sleeve (eye black), I am as happy as a clam in a casino that the boy has gone and won us another victory.

I don't care how he does it: The Lord distracts Marion Barber...twice, dumb luck, or pure will, the boy is a winner. His buddy, L&S JC, is welcome to keep visiting the Broncos, keep talking to Tim, keep whispering whatever nonsense it is that makes John Elway so angry. (He's recalling his rookie season, no doubt.) So long as he doesn't ask me to "believe", Tebow's my quarterback now.

I was so pissed when the Broncos drafted him: I didn't want the "baggage" he brought. If I'd known he'd packed up some pixie dust and halos, I'd have felt different, perhaps. Good football is fun football, and mechanics aside, Tim Tebow has brought fun football to Denver.

I remember all the ESPN College Gameday segments done with Tebow over the Florida years when he was called a superman, a bionic hero. His arm motion was set to computer animation, his strength and stamina compared with robotics. Now, in the NFL, his footwork is horrible, his throwing style ugly, his passes atrocious, his planting unnerving. I'm glad he's proving the old men who can no longer play the game wrong.

I won't be hollering any hymns, but I will gladly sing the Gator's praises. He is doing it his way, or perhaps His Way, but it's working. The Broncos were bound for an early bow-out when he started starting, now they look play-off worthy. Dare I say, Super Bowl worthy? Stranger things happen here every week. (And away, too.) Six weeks in a row, now.

It is well with my soul. Glory, glory, hallelujah...

'Tis so sweet to trust in Tebow,
Just to take him on the road,
And to watch his Mile High antics,
In the 4th, he will unload!

Amen.