"I grabbed his hand and he grabbed my hand. I looked at him and I said, 'How're you doing?' He said, 'Good.' He asked me, 'Did I hold on to the ball?' Typical Tebow. I said, 'Yeah,' and he said, 'What play was that?' and I said, 'Stick lion,' and he said OK.
"And then I looked at him and said, 'It's great to be a Florida Gator,' and he winked at me and said, 'It's great to be a Gator.'"I guess when Tebow is gone, I'll look back on his tenure and miss all the success we've had with him at UF. But, this love-fest is at best embarrassing and at worst disgusting. Enough already. Shut up, play football and kick the crap out of our opponents. Period. The kid does not walk on water, does not turn water into wine and does not cure cancer with a wave of his hand. He's a football player. And there were a lot of players before him and a lot that will come after him that have suffered WAY more serious injuries with WAY less fanfare. Hell, the USC running back just miraculously survived a horrific accident while weightlifting that almost killed him and that story will be gone from ESPN in a day. Yet, for the next 2 weeks there will no doubt be Erin Andrews or Sal Palontonio camped out at the neuroligist's office in Gainesville ready to report on Timmy's latest Rorschach test and to give us details as to what color chunks Timmy barfed into the garbage bag while he was carried off on the stretcher the other night. In the words of Al Davis, "Just win, baby!" And, please spare us anymore "Timmy Legend" stories. This Gator has had enough already.