Tonight’s championship game pits the two best quarterbacks in the land against each other – Tebow vs. Bradford.
The last time a matchup of this magnitude occurred, it was during the spring semester of my senior year at Arizona. Our fraternity was hosting its annual “pimps ‘n’ hoes” theme party, and one of my pledges (a cocky freshman who flaunted his banana hammock at every opportunity) was determined to take the lovely ladies’ attention away from yours truly.
Ultimately, it came down to one simple trait: confidence. I approached every gin-swilling sorority sister in the room with a fire in my eyes, and before I knew it, I was tearing through poonan like the Pac-10 tore through the bowl season.
So, Mr. Tebow and Mr. Bradford, play with confidence. Lord knows I did. But just remember to soap and rinse thoroughly after the dust settles. I didn’t, and the rash lasted for a month.