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I Admire Tim Tebow


So Tim Tebow is playing baseball. Even more accurate is this little nugget - Tim Tebow is a player inside the New York Metropolitans' organization. Yeeeeeeeah, I'm not sure I've wrapped my mind around that fact as of yet, either. 

Despite his dorky look during his tryouts which begged "I'm a baseball player!!", what I will say is this, I admire Tim Tebow. I really, really do. Even on a day like today where he signs a professional baseball contract, many are lashing out in cynicism towards him and towards the Mets organization. And of course, there are those who find an avenue in which to mock Tebow for his faith. Apparently, having faith and spiritual convictions in today's America makes you an outcast, or subject for ridicule. Whatevs, another topic for another day. 


But getting back to Tebow, wrap your mind around what happened this week - Tebow just landed a professional baseball contract at twenty-nine years old. TWENTY-NINE! That's AFTER you know, playing some professional football. No big deal. 

It's the kid of career change that is unheard of, rather, unreal, to say the least. The odds of making it to the professional level in one sport is hard and long enough, and here he is, doing it in two. Tebow just did that. 

Regardless of it all, I admire Tim Tebow not for his faith in a wayward world. Not for his incredible athleticism and achievement. But for his spirit to pursue and seek his dreams and desires. How man yof us can say we truly sought all the things on our lists of interests? Tebow is doing that in spite of critics, age, and odds. I admire that. I love that. I find it inspirational. 

I know how hard the game of baseball can be, so I'm not banking on Tebow making it to the show. But you know what? I'm rooting for him. After all, how can you not? 
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