The Tim Tebow CFL Chronicles

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I don't have any appointments until 11. In case there are any walk-ins, I keep the office door propped open with an old kicking tee. Yesterday I forgot I'd wedged it in there, and when I tried to shut the door I put a little crack in it. It's not such a big deal, since a lot of folks like a holder when they do the kickoffs. But I don't know where I'd find a new tee these days.

The slow business isn't so bad. I get to write, and I get to paint, even though my paintings look kind of crappy. I'm pretty new at this stuff, and I'm just using the basic paints and paintbrushes I got at the hobby store.

I guess it helps that I'm not trying to make artwork, really. I'm just trying to document. I'm just trying to record all the things I have seen.

I don't know if I'm ever going to show any of this to anybody. It might be just for me. It's not that I'm not proud of what I've done, because I am quite proud. It's not that all these memories don't captivate me. I saw a beautiful game of football, and a beautiful world, that I wish I could share with everyone.

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