That game made me violently angry. I was sitting in this redneck bar where a bunch of hick tea party Bible-thumpers were cheering like virgins on prom night every time Tebonehead completed a WOBBLY WOBBLY five-yard pass. I had to get out of there because I was going to break something if I didn't. So I met a friend for coffee during the second half of the game and tried to put it out of my mind because I just couldn't bear the thought of watching the Steelers (or really any half decent team) lose to Tebow in the POST-season, a place where he should never have been in the first place. Seriously, his mere presence there should have shattered the fabric of reality. It should have been like that scene in Timecop where the two Ron Silvers run into each other and turn into a big purple blob of antimatter. Something like that. I don't know.
Anyway, as I got into my car, I decided to check the score on my phone... and to my SHOCK, the Steelers had tied it up! The game was headed to overtime! And what's more, with the new overtime rules, even if Tebow led the Broncos on an epic 7-yard drive that was capped off by another 73-yard field goal from Matt Prater, the Steelers would still have a shot at pulling ahead! So I raced home.
I arrived right after the kick off to watch Tebow throw a 13-yard pass, that Damaryanniusicusstelios Thomas turned into an 80-yard touchdown.
