The Book Of Tebow

T Lake: He arrives early, wearing a white T-shirt and red cotton shorts, and during the handshake he reaches out with his free hand, as if to say, I'm open to hugging, but I'll leave it up to you. You would like him. He would like you. You would like Tim Tebow because he actually looks at you, instead of the floor, or the cars rolling past on Santa Monica Boulevard, and his mind seems nowhere else but here, with you, in this conference room at a law firm in Los Angeles, at 2:25 p.m. on a Tuesday in late October. He asks how your flight was, and are you hungry, or thirsty, and when you take a glass of water he asks would you like some ice, and you say no, and he says yes, of course you…