And so, after eight games in which his football team has gone 7-1 with him as the Worst Starting Quarterback In The Entire History Of Football, Including The Mike Pagel Years, Tim Tebow has done the impossible: He has defeated reason.
Reason and Xs-and-Os and the puny efforts of mere humans to explain him have failed utterly. He is, in fact, no longer even "Tim Tebow." He has become "The Tebow," a Yoda-like force in the universe which cannot be explained or quantified.
You know that play yesterday where Marion Barber ran out of bounds as the Bears were trying to run out the clock and secure what seemed a sure victory?
The Tebow made him do it with a sudden burst of Tebow Telepathy, which works somewhat like the Vulcan mind meld but is much more effective in reducing the human brain to malleable putty.
And you know that play in overtime, after The Tebow had driven the Broncos to the tying score with a combination of Will and Belief and perhaps a dash of Eye of Newt? The play where the Bears were driving for the winning score and Barber fumbled?
The Tebow tore the football loose from his grasp with a mystic telepathic Hand. Then it was off to another win and the biggest challenge yet next week, when the Broncos play the New England Patriots.
The Tebow vs. The Hoodie. Light vs. dark. Sheer goodness vs. unrepentant evil.
Hang on, America. A rip in the space-time continuum seems imminent.