Tebow . . .

By Matt Pik

I am speechless. Literally, I cannot form words. My only means of communications are through this blog, so here you go.

Tim Tebow has been traded to the New York Jets. My New York Jets. The team I live and die with every Sunday.

Yes, that Tim Tebow, the polarizing gridiron messiah whose over-the-top antics and sheer luck had gained so much attention in his short time with the Denver Broncos. His miraculous comebacks certainly make him much-watch TV, but that’s where the line must be drawn. He’s simply not a good NFL quarterback, and that’s putting it nicely. And now that the Broncos signed debatably the greatest QB of all-time in Peyton Manning, we all knew Tim Tebow would be out of the Mile-High City.

But come on, did it have to be the Jets? Honestly?

My emotions upon hearing this news went from shock, to giddiness, to literally laughing out loud, to anger, and back to shock. It can’t be real. It simply can’t. It’s not April Fools yet, is it? The Jets, known for their bravado and circus-like atmosphere, were supposedly committed to shutting their mouths this offseason and limiting the big-time acquisitions.

Well, this certainly ends that streak, to say the least.

My first thoughts were, okay, maybe this is a smart move. Perhaps Tebow could use his speed, strength, and physicality to run the offense under the Wildcat formation, which is simply a specialist role to all you non-football followers. But then I got to thinking of the unfathomable drama and media attention this move is going to make. As if the Jets, who haven’t won a Super Bowl since 1969, aren’t one of the laughing stocks of the NFL, they pull this rash and ridiculous move.

Everyone and their mother knows full-well that once much-maligned Jets QB Mark Sanchez goes through his usual mid-season slump, the Gang Green faithful will be chanting for TebowMania from the rafters. And I fully believe that too, which makes me sick to my stomach as I type this very story.

It saddens me that our owner and GM care more about stealing the headlines and front pages from our in-town rivals – the New York Giants – who seem a heck of a lot more concerned with winning hardware, having captured their 4^th Super Bowl this past season.

Hey, maybe I’ll be proven wrong and Tim Tebow will fulfill his limited role with the team beautifully, and the Jets will go to the promised land and take their first championship in over 40 years. I pray that happens, I really do. But right now, this deal is making my head spin over the possibility of a complete and utter Jet’s collapse as the team and ownership plummets into a downward spiral and the fanbase literally loses their lid.

Again, I ride with the Jets until the day I die, but whoa. Is it really about to be Tebow Time in the Big Apple?

We’re about to find out.