The Denver Broncos quarterback participated in consecutive days of scribbling something along the lines of his name and number in his autobiography for a seemingly endless line of ecstatic fans. Tebow signed over 600 books both days. Probably by the end, the tips of his fingers were black, he had as many paper-cuts as collegiate touchdowns (145), and he was sick of looking at himself.
But it's not the words in the 260 some odd pages that fit comfortably in a hard-bound book that made so many people come out and get a glimpse of the guy for no more than 30 seconds. They just wanted to be near Timothy Richard Tebow. 
Tebow isn't religious; he's not even a football prodigy. He's just passionate.
People wasted away a beautiful weekend day to be in his presence. Fans came to see him from miles and miles away like little ducklings following their mother. And these aren't Justin Bieber crazies, (some do go over the top, yes) they are more like a swarm of bees going to the newly planted flowers in grandma's community garden patch. Tebow's followers aren't necessarily legions; they are just attracted to the site.
You may not like the way he competes, because he does it more ferociously than you. You may not like that he wears his religion like a turtle wears his shell, because he’s more devoted to a cause than you.
You may not like him, or ever come to like him, but you may be missing something truly special.
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