It’s Game Day for Patriots Nation. FINALLY. And my guys are looking forward to this season more than any other season I can recall. Seems odd, since the offense more or less came unraveled during the off-season, but I know why they’re excited.
The Tim Tebow bet.
We were at my sister’s house in Maine because my brother was visiting, so the place was overrun with football fans and the Hernandez news was breaking in a big way. With Welker gone, along with a few other key players, and Gronk forecast to be PUP, some concerns were expressed. But my husband, who thrives on being the devil’s advocate, said this would be our best season ever. Tebow would be so amazing, he’d throw the ball and then run down the field and catch it himself.
And so, at 8:30 in the morning on June 25th, I said the words…
If Tebow gets a reception for a gain on a pass he threw himself, I’ll buy a Tebow jersey and wear it for every game.
They pounced on that statement like it was the last pack of 1-cent filler paper at the Staples back to school sale.
Too late, I tried to negotiate terms. If it resulted in a touchdown. If it was for a first down. Anything. But they didn’t budge. If the ball leaves Tebow’s hand and then is caught by him and it’s forward of the line of scrimmage, I’ll spend every game this season with Tebow’s name across my back.
Since the best chance of Tebow even getting to touch the ball will be during preseason games, the Short Kid is practically salivating.