They are the anti-Dallas Cowboys: a team that never expects the sky to fall in the fourth quarter, as opposed to one that waits for it to happen. Article contentīecause we’re starting to think, here, that whatever it is the Denver Broncos believe in - whether it’s Tim Tebow’s God, or the quarterback himself, or each other, or one heck of a John Fox defence that keeps the team alive for three quarters of every game until Tebow’s divine muse awakens - the power of their belief is becoming a tangible thing. This advertisement has not loaded yet, but your article continues below. And worse, he brought the full kneeling, praying, thank-my-lord-and-saviour routine with him and kept waving his devout evangelical Christian faith in everyone’s face, ad nauseam. So the idea was, put Tebow in, let him fall flat on his face if necessary, and at least then the fans would see the folly of their pie-in-the-sky dreams about this 6-3, 235-pound physical specimen whose mechanics clearly would have to be significantly re-programmed before his college-offence skill set was close to being ready for the NFL game.įace it: his long, rear-back-and-heave-it windup alone was ridiculous, and every second ball came out wobbling like a dying quail, and for long stretches of any given game, he couldn’t hit a receiver, travelling at whatever speed, 15 yards downfield. The next issue of NP Posted will soon be in your inbox. If you don't see it, please check your junk folder.

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