After an “UGLY” 54-and-a-half minutes--
Tim Tebow “arose from
the NFL dead”… Hey—Mr. Hyde… gimme that
No. 15 jersey---the “left-handed
Dr. Jekyll” “just arrived”…
Timmy had been “so futile” for 91 percent of Sunday’s game
in Miami---Tebow “critics”
had “harpoons sharpened”… But THEN---
No. 15 went from “sadly inaccurate”
to “wonderfully on target”… WE “should” know---
I “should know”---to NEVER say, “You’re TOAST,
Mr. Tebow”… Suddenly---his
old “Swamp Magic” returned…
No. 15 threw for TWO touchdown
passes---but Miami still led 15-13…
Here in “Tebow Town”-- we expected what came next….
Tim BULLING up the middle---TWO points…
We had “overtime”… “The magic” would not fade…
Soon, the Broncos were recovering a Dolphin fumble…
Another “goat” was about to turn “hero”…
Matt Prater had missed RIGHT, then
missing LEFT on field goals---but,
in OT, he nailed one from 52 yards…
Denver won… Tebow won…
Timmy fell to a knee and prayed…
So many of us “are thankful” that No. 15 is in
our lives… I’m Hubert Mizell,
and that’s what I think.