I didn’t say anything when Tim Tebow was appointed The Chosen One. I didn’t say anything when Tim Tebow made his teammates listen to Bible verses. I didn’t say anything when Tim Tebow lost to Mississippi. I didn’t even say anything when Tim Tebow went to the Philippines and circumcised young boys. (In retrospect, I probably should have.)
But at last Tebow has crossed the line, with the revelation that he’s saving himself for marriage.
It’s one thing when some overweight guy who’s afraid of talking to girls “saves” himself. There’s not a whole lot to save.
But we’re talking about a Heisman-trophy-winning quarterback. The big man on campus. The guy whose pajamas Superman wears.
And, apparently, the guy whose belief in Jesus is keeping him from enjoying the company of the thousands of nubile young women who seem to be throwing themselves at him.
If there’s better demonstration of the pernicious effects of religion, I can’t think of it.
Timmy is not a virgin! ROTFL! I’ve bedded Timmy 4 the last 2 years and he cheated on me several times!
Obviously he doesn’t count oral from sportscasters.
Just so we’re on the same page here, you are talking about Marv Albert, right?
the difference is, when his typical teenage/young adult sex life comes to light, he’ll justify it somehow, and keep shoving his annoying religion down my throat. Why do the annoying born-agains agonize about normal human sexuality so much? Why do they feel the need to tell me who I should sleep with and when?
It’s okay for Tim Tebow to be hypocritical about his own sex life, and judgmental about mine.
Just throw the damn football, honey, and shut your ignorant mouth.
Please ladies, stop fucking religious hypocrites, so they don’t procreate.