Tim Tebow may need to do more praying.
Tyrannosaurus Rex Ryan has bypassed the good Christian soldier in favor of a third-string backup.
This would be inconsequential if Tebow did not have more experience, leading a team a year ago to the playoffs.
In New York they are mindful of what they wish for. If Tebow succeeds, he would become the latest albatross to hang around the franchise neck. The franchise already has a couple of nooses ready to go. They don't need a dead bird to tell them the augurs are not good.
Tebow, ever gracious, has again turned the other cheek. He will silently wait till season's end to ask for a trade to the land of milk and honey-or at least to a place where gators are more welcome.
As for the first-string quarterback with more turnovers in two years than a pastry shop, he has assented to the verdict and may be prepared to spend the rest of his Jet career in limbo, collecting millions of dollars.
When you're a Jet, you're a Jet for life. That is-if you can dance away from sniping press corps, death threats from your fanbase, and the Jurassic Park strategies of your coaches.
We haven't seen Tebow on his knee along the sidelines lately because he has not been praying for a Jets victory. Perhaps he has seen the Light and only prays alone, at night, when his secret desires are better received.
As 2012 playoff season arrives, the two biggest noisemakers from last year's New Year's Party (injured Rob Gronkowski and Tim Tebow) have been stripped of their horns to blow. Midnight has come in the Garden of Good and Evil, and our angels are busy elsewhere.