Skip to main content

Jets Gain Role Model, Lose Fan's Confidence With Tebow Trade

I still don't get the trade for Tim Tebow. 

As news broke yesterday morning that the New York Jets acquired the popular athlete, my first thought was, "why?" Now, twenty four hours removed, which included a minor setback, the announcement still leaves a question of intrigue, peculiarity, curiosity, and much head-scratching.

After hearing Jets General Manager, Mike Tannenbaum, explain the expected role for Tebow - which involves several wildcat packages, and his reasoning for acquiring Tebow - to make it difficult for defenses to prepare for their varied offensive attack, I'm still left with a certain bewilderment. 

Why?


We've all hear, saw, and read the reactions from experts, fans, and analysts. Terrible, has been the overall consensus to keep it short. 

The move undermines what should have been, and is supposed to be your franchise quarterback in Mark Sanchez. It alienates recently signed backup quarterback, Drew Stanton, who now, as expected, wants out. And of course, it turns a Jets franchise and locker room that is in need of healing and stability, and is dire need of flying under the radar (no pun intended) into a frenzied mad house. 

Mark, will this work? I have no idea Tim.

If you thought Tim Tebow was huge when he was in Denver, simply add the chaotic and yes, I'll admit, overbearing and reaching New York media, and the Jets have the very opposite of what they need. 

Expect a circus, folks. 

And as most DP devotees are aware of, I am a huge fan of Tebow. I'll wait for the anti-Tebow reader to finish rolling their eyes, shaking their heads, mentioning his inefficiency in passing, hollering how overrated he is, and that he just isn't a professional quarterback. 

I like Tim Tebow. I like Tebow because he is what we all want out of sports. The underdog. A good guy. A class act. Much like I explained with Jeremy Lin and "Linsanity" earlier this year, as a society we complain about the character of our professional athletes, then when we receive top-notch guys who are indeed role models, we tear them down. 

And yes, I love Tebow for his religious beliefs and faith. It's the same reason I pull for Jeremy Lin.

What ya gonna do, when Tebowmania and Linsanity run wild on you?


I'm excited to have these two guys in my city, and more specifically, on my teams.

[Sideblog: With that said, speaking of phenomenons, think about the star-studded athletes we now have in this town.

Derek Jeter (It always starts with the captain), Alex Rodriguez, Eli Manning, Carmelo anthony, Amar'e Stoudemire, Jeremy Lin, Rex Ryan, Tim Tebow, Henrik Lundvquist, Deron Williams, Thierry Henry, and Cappie Pondexter. Top athletes in their respective sports.]

However, Tim Tebow's acquisition is truly not my issue with this deal. I know that sounds weird because it is in fact about Tim Tebow. However, as a Jets fan, and after the immediate reaction of acquiring Tebow, any Jets fan will tell you, the true issue is the questionable decision making of the Jets organization. 

It just seems very telling, that once again, following a New York Giants Super Bowl victory, the Jets have gone out and acquired a big toy, making a big splash in the sports world. And of course, both acquisitions, the previous being Bret Favre, book end years of Rex Ryan tossing around Super Bowl guarantees as if he had Bo Jackson and the season was played on Tecmo Bowl Football for Nintendo.

Football decisions seem secondary these days at Florham Park. 

The way it did when they acquired Plaxico Burress not too long ago. And the way it does now with Tebow. 

It just seems shallow. 

At this time next year, I may be proven wrong. Or sadly, even correct. 

And yes, I'll still root for Tim Tebow. 

However, as of today, and after punching the keys through all of the thoughts above, I'm still confused, bewildered, and asking, "why?"

The only thought that is certain - I have lost tremendous confidence in the New York Jets organization.

Forty-two years and counting...

Recently Read

Quick Ponder: Future Self

We always think,  what would we say  to our  younger self? However,  what would  our younger self say  if they met us, today?

Knicks Trauma - Ugh Not Again

Well, that was a kick in the stomach.  Coming off a week where the word "catharsis" was used as the description for the euphoria and release of joy from two and a half decades of suffering, Game 1 of the Eastern Conference Finals against the Indiana Pacers brought about another word - trauma.  Watching the Knicks collapse was the kind of moments that come with these deep runs and moments. NBA Playoff basketball will do that. Yet, this loss - this one - feels about as bad as the 2004 ALCS when the Yankees collapsed in the series to the Boston Red Sox.  That one carries some serious trauma. Luckily, the series isn't over.  Some other quick thoughts from this awful, awful night, New York Knicks Basketball.  - Not to conjure up hyperbole, or even contribute to "hot take" sports reaction culture - but this might have been the worst loss in Knicks franchise history. I cannot think of another in my lifetime, or historically.  - Tyrese Haliburton's "choke"...

Knicks Back in ECF Causing Catharsis

I've certainly shared my emotions and thoughts regarding the New York Knicks on this site over the years. There have been plenty of those to sort through - most of them are rants. Tonight, the New York Knicks ultimately destroyed the Boston Celtics in Game 6 of the Eastern Conference Semi-Finals, 119-81. I sat on my couch, afraid to allow myself to feel joy until that final buzzer. As a Knicks fan, I've been through too much to allow myself to do anything else, to make any assumption, until it was final. Until it was confirmed. Until something couldn't fall through...the way we're used to.  Once it was final, it was unreal.  The New York Knicks are in the Eastern Conference Finals. For the first time since 2000.  I was 15 years old the last time that happened. And that was a run with a squad that I consider (still) to be my favorite Knicks team of all-time.  I sat on my couch with all sorts of feelings. My wife was likely trying to understand the moment. My son, exci...