Tebow: Definite Defensive End, perhaps . . .

  
   As always-my books:  King's Books
   Known as completely "the Freak", Jevon Kearse was robust quicksilver upon the glimmering spangle of a grassy green arena; nonetheless, Tebow wears the mystic might of Perseus' winged scatterboots, if Zeus was his god of worship anyway, moving like mercurial dynamite as he strongly stampedes into the attacking upper body, corporeally wounding suffering defenders.  As a result--Tebow could play Defensive End in the NFL--imagine the glorious glee of intentionally annihilating the rocket arm of Peyton Manning, tossing his less athletic self to the floor of the field, though not with the unlawful uncouth of bullshit bounty, yet sheer athleticism let loose on Game Day.
   Kearse "40" and height/weight:  4.43, 6'4" 265 lbs.--the apex of approximation.
   Tebow "40" and height/weight:  4.71, 6'3" 240 sumth'n.
   And remember, Tebow runs like the ravaged Rocky Bleier, damning tacklers, proving my point that he wears brass bones underneath a determined dermis; also, resonates from High School action, remembering this:  High School Coaches ask their possible Special Team Players:  "Can ya hit!?!"  The athletically amorphous, charging crazily down the field as if Sir William Wallace berserkering into the beauty of an animalistic zone, hunting tailbacks like a beloved SEC coach feeling important since playing in the most competitive college football conference.  Too, Tebow could "take" Big Ben Roethlisberger, not minding that the Steeler is like Gene Kelley in the ever-collapsing pocket, dirtily dancing with the "push off" strength of being a human sasquatch, and soon he will do Beef Jerky commercials.  But what do I know, only having played Gremlin Football till thunderously stunned by the anthropological transformation known as puberty, where adrenaline drops, revealing the necessity of a cruel fit concerning the perpetual torture of jock straps that continually offer cramping by way of a notorious motive terribly uncomfortable and able to entertain with "scratch and sniff" possibilities.  It can be hell to play with balls in your teens, testicles churning you stupid . . .
   Sincerely, Mark David King