Tim Tebow. That is all. Also, he can have Romo's job, if he wishes.

Watch the game, folks.

Dear Tim: a time ago, I was upset
That you had won the Heisman Trophy. See,
I’d held out hope for Colt McCoy, and we
In Texas had upended every bet
On any other player. I was wrong.
I think you may have been the better choice,
Since you keep giving naysayers a voice
They’re better keeping silent, while a throng
Of heady fans, or Jesus, has your back.
And now my only thought is Brady, you,
And one upcoming match, and if a few
And very heartfelt prayers could attack
Your losses, I would say ‘em. It’d please us
If you’d win (it’s gotta be the Jesus).

(I’d also note, if you would care to seek
Another job: take Tony’s, as it’s weak.)