Quick three: The fourth coming

1. It must be almost college football season, because it has been a week since Sports Illustrated launched the beatification process for Jesus H. Tebow. Don't get us wrong; he seems like a fine young man. He gives inspirational speeches to prison convicts and helps poor kids in the Philippines and can probably run off tackle twice as far on water as either Sam Bradford or Colt McCoy.

But we think back to the most horrifying example of man-on-Tebow love we have encountered, the national championship game in January, when Fox's announcers stroked him so hard that Jesus -- wherever he hangs out for BCS games -- probably wondered, "What the hell is going on here?" And we wonder: If Tim Tebow did everything he did now, except that his name was Muhammad Al-Tebow and his dad was an imam and he told prison convicts that Allah would provide and he pulled himself out of two-a-days to get down on his prayer mat every day -- if all these things were true, how would he be covered? Would the Fox announcers still think he was the greatest guy in the world? Would members of the press stay more at arm's length from his private life, since he didn't play for "our team"? Would they ignore it completely, or perhaps call him out as a bit of a freak?

Does it matter? It kinda does to us. We're just that way.

2. We're looking forward to an expansion of the "beer summit" concept. There are limits -- we're going to have to get the Israelis and the Palestinians to ramp up their suds intake before we can solve the whole Mideast thing -- but we fully support the idea that if you can sit down and drink a beer with somebody, things can't be that bad and might even get better. Now, absinthe -- that's a whole 'nuther story.

3. I don't really care whether Big Papi was juicing -- geez, at this point, who wasn't. And as somebody we know said (whom we've seen in pictures wearing a Red Sox cap, it should be said), at least he juiced and won. But if we care this much about whether ballplayers are taking drugs, shouldn't we be drug-testing politicians, who, unless you're loading up bets on baseball, are actually doing something that affects us? Not like the insurance and pharma companies woudn't be happy to hand out a little product to keep the system from changing too much. Maybe we could put them in chastity belts too.