The first team that I ever hated was the Oakland Raiders. As a young boy I rooted for the Denver Broncos PE (Pre-Elway). The Raiders would routinely roll the Broncos. I feared the Raiders. And I hated them. They were savage, inhuman, unfeeling, bloodthirsty creatures from a drive-in motorcycle vampire movie. I was young so I cut myself a little slack. I was clearly irrational when it came to the Raiders. I can see how crazy that was, because I am no longer a child, I’m an adult. I’ve got a house, a family, two cars, a high stress job I may or may not survive (I like my chances), a kid in college halfway around the world and two indoor cats. My name is Michael and I hate the Jets.
I have spent the last 48 hours being subjected to a one-two punch of the tenth anniversary of the Tuck Rule and recent Patriots failures in the playoffs. When there’s a break in that action, I’m asked to consider the possibility that Tim Tebow may, in fact, be the second coming of Jesus Christ. Through all of this I’ve come to the undeniable realization that I’ve really got to cut down on the coffee.
There are some people who believe their mere presence on this earth justifies the existence of God. This seems rather egocentric to me. My anecdotal evidence is not compelling. I’m not so sure it would take a supreme being to create some of the people I know; more likely a mischievous demi-god with a truly eccentric sense of humor. Anyway, I heard some chatter on WEEI, the local sports radio station. Apparently, there are people who believe that Jesus is fixing NFL games in order to place Tim Tebow center stage at the Super Bowl to testify because (apparently) Jesus needs the pub. Seriously? Jesus needs to leverage the Super Bowl’s ratings to maximize the marketing opportunity for his brand in Tim Tebow? Really? Whatever happened to the badass dude who would just smite something every now and then? Pillars of fire, floods, frogs, all the first born of Egypt – that guy didn’t need a football game to make his point.
