NL MVP, awesome baseball player and awful t-shirt kingpin Ryan Braun tested positive for PEDs. He claims it’s BS. Some sportswriters want to re-vote for the MVP award, as if they can undo Braun’s contributions to the 2011 Brewers and deem them less valuable if they were tainted, as if Braun — if the test is upheld despite his appeal — will not be punished enough by the 50-game suspension mandated by Major League Baseball as fair retribution for failing a test and the career’s worth of scorn and sanctimony and suggested asterisks he’ll suffer for his indiscretion.

And we could again go through how weird and pathetic and desperate a guy like Braun must be to jeopardize his long-term health to attempt to make himself ever-so-slightly more awesome at baseball, but at this point I’m certain every single baseball fan in the world is firm in his or her opinions about steroids. People still seem to care a whole lot, but I’m finding it difficult. It sucks, but mostly it sucks to have to think about and listen to anymore.

In Denver, the Broncos won their sixth straight game and their seventh in eight since Tim Tebow was named their starting quarterback. Most of these games have featured late-game comebacks, in large part because Tebow cannot complete a pass in the first three quarters of a football game.

This particular game seemed to have more to do with Matt Prater’s blessed leg than any Tebow-inspired miracles, and it strikes me that the Broncos might save themselves a hell of a lot of anxiety if they could do any type of scoring earlier in games. But it is becoming more and more difficult to ignore the possibility that there exists some sort of actual Magic of Tebow, as hard as that may be to believe.

It’s a topic rich with high-stakes symbolism that will inevitably be hashed out elsewhere and that I have neither the time nor the stomach to endeavor on this blog today. Count me among the hopeful skeptics: I still suspect Tim Tebow actually kind of sucks, this bizarre run will turn out to be a strange hiccup, NFL defenses will figure this all out, and years from now we’ll look back and giggle at how we all let our imaginations storm over us like, well… like a hard-charging 2011 Tim Tebow on a triumphant fourth-quarter touchdown drive.

But wouldn’t it be cool if it was real?