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Through My Eyes
By Tim Tebow
HarperCollins
Copyright © 2011 Tim Tebow
All right reserved.
ISBN: 9780062007285
Chapter One
HEADACHE The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
—Psalm 23:1
My head was killing me.
It had been a full day already, but as if that weren't enough, now
my head was splitting in two. The timing could have been better. I
was in New York City for the presentation of the Heisman Trophy
and I'd spent most of the day exploring New York with my family
and friends. But it had taken its toll. A migraine had set in; I guess the
travel and schedule had brought it on. I had been traveling non-stop,
it seemed, since the conclusion of the regular season a week earlier.
I had been blessed enough to win several awards already, including
the ones that I was the most proud of, several first-team Academic
All-American teams.
The ceremony took place on the periphery of Times Square, at the
Nokia Theater, as it was then called. There were about twenty of the
2,100 in attendance on December 10, 2008, who were pretty nervous
for me. Those twenty—my parents, siblings and spouses, close
friends, Coach Urban Meyer and Coach Mickey Marotti from the
University of Florida—had been on hand to support me throughout
the entire season, as always, in good times and bad.
Statistically, there had been more good than bad that season. I'd
thrown for over 2,500 yards with 28 touchdowns and 2 interceptions.
I'd also rushed for 564 yards and had 12 touchdowns. But
more important, as a team, we'd seen far more good than bad as
well. We were 12–1 and had only had one close game in the last two
months—all of them wins.
Of course, Colt McCoy and Sam Bradford, both of whom were
invited by the Downtown Athletic Club and were seated beside me
on the front row, also had great seasons.
We hadn't played either team, yet. We would be facing Oklahoma
and Sam Bradford in the BCS National Championship game a month
after the ceremony.
Finally, the moment arrived, and none too soon. As the ceremony
unfolded, my head was hurting more and more, and I was feeling
nauseated.
The announcement came from the podium, in a moment that none
of us would ever forget.
"The Downtown Athletic Club presents the 2008 Heisman
Trophy to . . .
Sam Bradford, University of Oklahoma."
My phone began vibrating and wouldn't stop for hours. Texts
and voice mails from teammates and coaches, all to the effect that we
would take it to Oklahoma in the championship game. I wasn't paying
attention to the phone, though, as Sam accepted the award—the
pounding in my head had continued to intensify.
Finally, at a break, I headed out to the bathroom to run cold water
over my face. On the way, I passed Coach Meyer and Coach Marotti,
and I could feel the intensity of their disappointment and anger as I
approached. They were obviously biased in my favor, and were two
of my biggest advocates.
I caught their eye and mouthed two words.
"Game on."
(Continues...)
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