We will miss you, Tim Tebow. You have fed a gracious media with a steady stream of news and non-news with your every utterance, spiritual gestures and underthrown pass.
Your name is a two-word talking point, triggering sentiments that are as polarising as for any athlete on the planet. You are the perfect celebrity in contemporary American society that is divided enough to either want to hug or hate its institutions.
Your countrymen admire you for your humility, your effort and unrestrained devotion to your religious faith. (And, yes, for your ripped body.) They also mock you because of your ineffectiveness as a quarterback, stubborn refusal to try another position and devotion to your religious faith.
You might have run out of chances, at least for this season, when New England cut you last week. You thanked the Patriots and wished them well, further endearing you to your following.
You vowed to resume your quest to play quarterback in the NFL instead of trying other positions, providing more fodder for more criticism.
Your legacy? You gave us Tebowing, the vastly imitated act of bowing to one knee and praying while everyone around you is doing their own thing. How many athletes can say their surnames became part of the culture and the language?
Tim, we hope you resurface, though not in the Canadian league or in rugby. How will we survive without you, especially on a slow news day?
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