Some of My Favorite Moments from the BCS National Championship

To be completely honest, if my stereo hadn't broken, I would have happily been able to listen to Brent Musburger's call of the game on ESPN Radio via my Sirius Satellite Radio (now I just need my imaginary agent to get me some money for this blatant product placement) playing through a docking station hooked up to my speakers while watching the television broadcast on mute. But, my stereo did break and since I've implemented a new shopping rule called "at least 60% off," I'm not permitted to buy myself a new one unless it's (obviously) at least 60% off. No one should be paying full price for anything in this economy. But I digress. My point is that the broadcasters drank a little too much Tebow juice (ewww) before the game and we, the audience, suffered as a result.

Things got really bad after Tebow ran for a first down with 6 minutes to go in the 3rd quarter with the game tied at 7 all:
"Wow. Desire. Power."
"What did we say at the top of the show, Tom? He runs it, he throws it, he wills his team on. And that was desire and will on that run..."

Now of course, after Florida went up 14-7, Oklahoma came back and tied it on a touchdown from Jermaine Gresham, who lost his shoe in the process and still walked the ball into the end zone. So I'm just curious, did he will it in? Was it his desire and power and large, bulging biceps? Or did he just frigging score? Well, if it were Tebow, it would have been a lot more uncomfortable to hear the adjectives attributed to him following the score than it was given the fact it was only the Sooners' 6'6 tight end.

As I watched Florida's next scoring drive carried completely on the back of Percy Harvin lead to a field goal, followed by Ahmad Black's interception of Sam Bradford on Oklahoma's next possession give Florida the ball back with momentum on their side, I was thinking about how impressed I was by Harvin and Florida's defense. But instead I hear from the broadcast:

"And Superman strikes again...Tim Tebow--the young man unwavering in his faith and how it sustains him. His remarkable achievements off the field define him far more than those on the field. His travel to Croatia, Thailand, three times to the Phillipines with his family. On mission trips, he's fed needy children, lived in an orphanage as well as a leper colony. He is just an extraordinary young man."

"I just don't think you really can talk enough. (please note: yes, yes you can) And you and I, Charles, had a chance to be around this young man. Having never had the opportunity to meet him. You have, I haven't. All the things you hear about him from so many people and none of them do him justice until you meet him in person. He's an amazing kid. 21 years old. To think what most of us were doing at 21, the places he's been, the things he's done. Extraordinary."

I understand why someone wouldn't want to listen to a broadcast by a woman gushing over how hot the players are, how big their arms are and how great their... but my point is that who wants to listen to two men do it? I don't think I even have it in me to verbally stroke Tebow's ego to the extent the national championship broadcasters did the other night. It's creepy. And at some point I forgot that we were talking about football and was certain that it was something else. Like our national championship broadcasters, I too have been in a room with Tebow. And for quite an extended period of time as I was with ESPN Radio for the Heisman Trophy, stationed in the green room where Sam Bradford, Colt McCoy and yes, Tim Tebow hung out for two hours before the broadcast. As a woman who can appreciate a guy with great arms and a nice smile, I find it odd that I wasn't attracted to Tebow nearly as much as the male broadcasters out there. I like the guy. But even when I've met some of my greatest lifetime crushes like Dan Marino and Bo Duke (i.e., John Schneider), my momentary ecstasy could not compare to what those broadcasters described to me on January 8th. They love him. I mean, they really love him. They were in a room with him for 10 minutes and it changed their lives. I was in a room with him for two hours and found out that I think the guy is quite enjoyable. Perhaps it would be safer if we had teenage girls doing the broadcast because they could concentrate more on the game and less on the "hunky" players.