Well, tonight brought the end of the college football season and the Sooners’ hunt for that glass football thing.  I don’t mind the losing.  We played a good game.  Florida played a good game.  It was mostly fun to watch.  But there was one huge fly in the ointment:  the commentators.  If I may wax poetic for a moment, these commentators have got to be the most blatantly horny for Tebow as I’ve ever seen.  I wouldn’t be surprised to find them crammed into his locker waiting for him to get off the field.  Listen up, Fox.  Get those guys a room!

Seriously.  This is football not the Miss America contest.  I don’t really care about how many orphans he’s raised from the dead or how much water he’s turned into wine.  I’m not a leper so I don’t care about the healing properties of his sweat or how soothing it is to sit in his shadow.  I want to hear about football dammit!  stfu about how he personally nursed a litter of kittens back to health after he willed himself to lactate after saving them from a burning building.

But there is one good thing about all this.  Should something happen to Obama (heaven forfend!) at least we have a back up Messiah.

Now if you’ll pardon me, Tim just walked by outside and I need to touch the seam of his … athletic support.