Yesterday, Tim Tebow made the obvious decision to rename his dog. It was "Bronco," so he had to. There was no way around it. Did he have to land on "Bronx"? Absolutely not. But it happened because he has no one in his corner with any renaming skill. The good thing about renaming, however, is that once you rename your young, innocent, beloved pet, you can just keep screwing with its head indefinitely, renaming it over and over again.

I definitely don't see the Jets as Tim's last NFL stop. On numerous occasions, I've had the thought that Tebow should spend a little time on every NFL franchise, in a sort of missionary role, spreading joy and the word "great" and mind-boggling football courage throughout the land. If this happens, however, he'll need to keep renaming that poor dog.

I know this isn't your style, Tim, but pretend for a brief moment like no one is watching and let Rembert Take the Wheel. Just for renaming. I promise, nothing more.