I love Tim Tebow. I didn't realize how much until Sunday. It had been two years since he appeared in a game. A lot had changed. Could things ever be the same? Tebow is 28 now and has been primarily a TV guy. The Eagles signed him in April, setting off national guffaws. I laughed, too. Then Tebow returned to the field in the Eagles' 36-10 win over the Colts, and I can't help myself. So with apologies to 19th-century poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love the way you turned a meaningless preseason game into the No. 1 trending topic on Twitter. Even trendier than Donald Trump stepping in horse manure at the Iowa State Fair.
I love the way Philadelphia fans gave you a standing ovation. Of course, they also gave one to Michael Vick in his first game out of the federal hoosegow.
I love the way experts still think you're the worst quarterback since Ryan Leaf.
I love the way fans still think you're the best quarterback since Joe Montana.
I love the way you inspire the masses, like this Internet commenter: "It's fun to watch a guy who enjoys playing instead of treating it like a job."
I love the way you irritate the masses, like this Internet commenter: "If Tebow wasn't a bible-thumper, you wouldn't give two (bleeps) about him succeeding."
I love the way you completed five of your first six passes, utilizing your new-and-improved throwing motion and crisp defensive reads.
I love the way you did not complete five of your last six passes, utilizing your old-and-erratic throwing motion and jittery indecisiveness.
I love the way your jersey was the NFL's 16th-best seller going into camp, more popular than Marshawn Lynch's, Tony Romo's and any QB within 100 miles of Philly's roster.
I love the way people say you succeeded Sunday against scrubs who'll be in the Arena League next year.
I love the way people say you were held back Sunday by a supporting cast that will be bagging groceries at Publix next month.
I love the way you took time Saturday to tweet, "URGENT PRAYER REQUEST" for a girl battling leukemia.
I love the way you dove over Colts safety Winston Guy for a 7-yard touchdown.
I love the way you showed people like me who doubted we'd ever see that again.
I love the way you never doubted yourself.
I love the way you got out of New England before Tom Brady asked to use your cellphone to text the equipment guys.
I love the way people think Chip Kelly is Einstein for signing you to play in his unorthodox system.
I love the way people think Chip Kelly is Bozo for signing you to play in any system.
I love the way true believers are saying you'll now become the starter, lead the Eagles to the Super Bowl and talk Iran into giving up its nukes.
I love the way true non-believers are saying the second that Kelly sobers up you'll be told to pack your bags and go back to Good Morning America once and for all.
I love the way all I have to do is write "Tebow" and both sides go to their corners and come out throwing horse manure at each other.
I love the way you savored your return more than anybody. "It's a blessing to put in work for something and to be able to get to a point where you're back," you said. "You're playing ball. You're having fun. It's a blessing and something I'm very thankful for."
After two years away, I love that not much has changed at all. — Orlando Sentinel (TNS)