During this past football season, there was a young quarterback playing for the Denver Broncos who sort of came out of nowhere to lead his team to several last-minute "miracle" wins. His name is Tim Tebow and he wears his squeaky-clean religion on his sleeve, so of course the miracles came from God, and, as it turned out, they didn't last very long. My friend Todd, a Broncos fan, asks during that miracle time, "Why did God choose the Broncos of all teams?" His son Caleb, about 9 years old, answers, "Because they are the team closest to him!" (The Broncos play at Mile High Stadium -- very clever, Caleb!)
Tebow had his 15-minutes of celebrity, and today, the Broncos traded Tim Tebow to the New York Jets, a team that has one of the least-saintly fan bases. Besides that, Tebow has started dating super models and country-music stars, so I have the feeling his well-flaunted virginity won't last much longer.
There was also some football justice today: the penalties handed down to the New Orleans falsely-named Saints have begun for encouraging and paying their players to seriously hurt other team's key players. Sean Payton, the coach of the Saints, basically a punk, has been suspended for a year, and other suspensions are coming to Saints coaches and players. I still say, take away their Super Bowl rings!