You aren't dreaming.
Tim Tebow is a New York Jet. This is real. This is happening on our planet. Today.
By shipping a fourth- and sixth-round pick to Denver for Tebow and a seventh-rounder, Rex Ryan has managed to comprehensively abandon his pledge to return this scattered team to normalcy.
We all know the deal: Rex just couldn't help himself.
Just weeks after Ryan and general manager Mike Tannenbaum mended fences with wounded animal/starting quarterback Mark Sanchez, showering him with a three-year contract extension with $20.5 million in guarantees, they've created one of the most fantastical, awkward scenarios in memory.
Picture this: MetLife Stadium. We're 72 seconds into the Gang Green's first preseason game and Sanchez unfurls a duck, missing Chaz Schilens by 15 yards.
The cheap seats come to life. The sons of men who once showered the house with cries to fire Joe Walton are calling for Sanchez to be carted away. And it begins: Tebow! TEBOW! TEBOW!
This will happen. Not to mention the white-noise firestorm leading up to the actual games.
This is what Wednesday's headline-grabbing move accomplishes.
This is what Rex has done. The man who vowed solidarity and a workmanlike atmosphere inside the Jets' fractured locker room.
"We don't need Tebow," cornerback Antonio Cromartietweeted this week, an ominous prelude to the new all-for-one Jets.
There is no running from this. Answer one thing: Would Sanchez have signed that deal, knowing just weeks later, this epic carnival would descend on Florham Park?
This time around, Rex Ryan's bitten off more than he can chew.
