Tim Tebow, Joe Montana and Peyton Manning walk into a bar. They order a round of beers, except for Tebow who, as usual, orders his as a boilermaker. One round turns into another, and pretty soon, they’re all feeling good. The smack starts flying around.
“Admit it, fellas. I’m the best QB of all time,” says Joe, “Rings are the proof of that.”
“Don’t think so, Joe.” says Peyton, “Look at the stats, and admit you’re wrong.”
Tebow jumps in, “You guys had good teams. I can take a total loser and make them a winner. I’m the best.”
They decide to hash it out right there, with a football. Joe goes first and throws a football the length of the bar and knocks a beer glass off of the head of the bartender. “Beat that,” he says. Peyton stands up and with one throw, also from the length of the bar, knocks a beer glass from the head of the bartender and knocks a shot glass from the mouth of a waitress. “I guess that settles it,” Peyton says as he sits back down.
Tebow stands up, grabs a football and throws it. It zips by the bartender, behind the waitress and out an open window in the men’s room. The crowd erupts and declares him the winner.
“How did you do that?”, asks a dumbfounded Joe.
“I’m Tim Tebow,” Tim replies, ”I always win and I never hit anything.”