Dear Superman Tim:
The person who gave our new president the nickname Barack Almighty had it all wrong. If the Reincarnation were currently walking this earth, you would clearly be Him. Thank God you’re not. That wouldn’t be a good thing for me. I’ve doubted you. I’ve bet against you. And I’ve lost.
Thing is, America should have heeded your warning/proclamation after that loss to Ole Miss in September 2008. Your word is bond, my brother (in Christ).
I mean, there’s clearly no other football player in America who prays to God or carries out His mission more so than you. You’ve been on several mission trips to the Philippines. I’m not sure there are any other D-I football players who can say that. So it shouldn’t come with any shock that God answers your prayers.
You’re His favorite football player not named Kurt Warner.
What? You can’t be No. 1. Kurt is humble 24/7. You, on the other hand, might be the cockiest super-Christian student-athlete I know. Remember, you are the same guy who performed a thrilling rendition of the Gator chomp in an Oklahoma player’s face toward the end of the BCS Championship game.
Now, I may be wrong. And I’m no lip reader. But I’m almost certain you weren’t saying “God bless you” or “Jesus is the light” while chomping in dude’s face. … I get it, though. We all make mistakes.
Yes, I saw you apologize to him a few plays later. You’re a good Christian who is humble enough to admit your wrongdoings with haste. I just wish even more people knew of the examples that you set. It’s been a joy and inspiration to watch your successes play out in life and on the football field.
But I have an admission. I was rooting for Oklahoma in the title game. My one Asian friend is an Oklahoma alum (yes, there are Asians in Oklahoma, not just Native Americans). She has put a Tostitos bag over her head the past few years the Sooners have lost the Fiesta Bowl. You’ll have to forgive me for not wanting to see what she looks like with an Orange for a head. It’s not a good mental image.
I should have known not to doubt you, though. Betting against you is like doubling down on a hard 19 when the dealer is showing a 6. You’d have to be omniscient or prophetic to pull that rabbit out of the hat.
And maybe you are prophetic. You spoke that monologue/apology after the Ole Miss game into reality. For that, I will always admire and respect you.
Blessings be unto you,
P.S. I’m sorry I couldn’t get you Jesus’ No. 32 for your letter. It didn’t work out. Fault Saint Patrick. But you did get The Trinity twice over. Forgive me.