A technicality: Tebow himself picked the Jets over the Jaguars, who reportedly were willing to offer Denver slightly more in terms of picks/cash. The owner of the Broncos ate something like a third day draft pick to accommodate Tebow's preference. It seemed to me like an admission of guilt - a token consolation concession for giving him the shaft.
Matt Slauson, apparently one of Tim Tebow's closer friends on this misfit squad, claims that this article's quotes from him (calling Tebow an "athlete") are months old at least, and Tebow has already teased him about it. The other stock quote attributed to an actual player, Mike DeVito, could easily be just as outdated and out of context.
This week's new story, which would not be a story at all without rabid NY sports journalists asking just the right questions to just the right people, really manages to obfuscate the true dynamic at play: black teammates do not like Tim Tebow. He is too magnanimous, too honest, too virtuous, too empathetic, too White for them to relate. I do understand the sentiment: he must be as foreign to them as swimming with a school of dolphins, teaching public speaking to Han Chinese, or (heh) proselytizing Christianity to Africans in mud huts.
Of course the news rag exhumes old quips from white players to legitimize blacks' anti-white racism. Tebow is the face of the Jets franchise, even though he is not afforded the courtesy of defining it with playing time. When the Jets suck, blame the star. The beat reporter is just doing his job. In a just-slightly-more-perverse parallel universe, journalists would ask black players if their c**ks were bigger than Tebow's, by their own assessment, then rush to print a breaking story where Tim Tebow "allegedly" ranks dead-last in length and girth.
I'm a Jets homer of exponential passivity these past few years. Any "awake" fan can find at least as much fault with his football franchise as he can with his Republican governor or presidential candidate. But something about the Jets has just been... off. The Tebow acquisition seemed like a plotline plucked right out of some Covington goon-fiction, where the noble white savior leads a trusting fraction from the belly of the beast to the promised land, all the while vanquishing hordes of cocoa-skinned enemies.
Sanchez has another year of guaranteed eight figures, but Tebow also has another year of guaranteed six figures. The Jets won't surrender him for free. If those QB contracts both had a year subtracted, Tebow surely would have been going by now... I think. Perhaps this season will be his proverbial purgatory, Rex Ryan's belly the proverbial boulder in front of the tomb, and our phoenix will rise out of this hellfire after all to redeem us our worldwide place in conventional, instinctual opinion.