It was the worst football game I've ever seen that I wasn't playing in myself. Awful.
So which Tim Tebow will most of us remember? The suddenly inept wunderkind, misfiring passes into the fourth row? The tackling dummy? The fumbling, sackable chump? Or the cool head, all Jack Armstrong muscle and Christian grit, who lifts a city on his back and carries it to victory?
(No knock on my undead colleagues, but I'll give you just one guess which lever the zombie sporting press ...
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