I am not a Jets fan, nor am I a Christian, and I’m certainly not a believer in Tim Tebow’s abilities as a quarterback. But I am utterly on the side of the Free Tebow crowd. Tim Tebow proves, if any proof is necessary, that people don’t go to sports events just because they enjoy watching men throw balls and catch balls and hit one another. Stadiums are full of people like me, carrying their hidden fears and struggles to games in the hope of seeing a story unfold that will help them deal with life.
In that light, Tebow has to play again, if not in New York, then somewhere. Not because it would be good for the Jets or good for the fans or good for football, but because of what he has come to represent (to me at least): the necessity, and the beauty, of absurdity.