After the abject trial balloon with the Jets, you never got the sense Tim Tebow got his chance to star or even start in the NFL.
Indeed, his tortured year in New Jersey was far more a referendum on the Gang Green than Tebow, who played the good soldier while he was used as a glorified wishbone quarterback, special teams specialist and glittering clipboard holder.
It’s easy to scowl at his prehistoric throwing motion, or to dismiss him as the Archie Griffin of quarterbacks, perfectly contoured for the college game, but too slow or laborious to prosper in the pros.