Tebow Time? Let's hope not

America is standing at the precipice of yet another feeding frenzy. The face of this cultural paroxysm-in-waiting is Tim Tebow. His "specialness" is already being rationalized by the religious. ("Is the 'hand of God' directing his passes -- or at least his fourth-quarter attempts?" a Christian theology professor asks with a straight-face. His answer? "Yes and no.") Now, as long as today's game between the Patriots and the Broncos is governed by the known laws of NFL physics, Brady & Co. will likely crush Tebow & Co., probably by a couple of touchdowns. Tebow will have been proven a false idol like the golden calf of the Israelites. Ergo, game over. But if divine intervention (i.e., dumb luck) makes an appearance on the gridiron and Denver manages to defeat New England -- esp. via a game-winning run into the endzone by Tebow himself -- there will no escaping the hype surrounding God's Quarterback. And should the Broncs miraculously make it all the way to the Super Bowl (and win it), America will insist that Tebow be chiseled into Mount Rushmore. Can you imagine? Think Paris Hilton, OJ, Sarah Palin, Snooky, Michael Jackson, and the Kardashians all rolled into one mega-celebrity. The mere thought of it sends shivers down my spine. Pardon the forthcoming pun, but: God help us.