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The Tim Tebow commercial which aired during the Super Bowl was supposed to lead to the destruction of life as we know it. This was the event that the Mayans warned would end the world.

Or not.

I'm waiting to hear a lot of backtracking today. More than likely, though, those who made such a ruckus will pretend nothing happened. Maybe being exposed for the Chicken Littles that they were will wake a few people up. I doubt it.

I hope the good folks at Focus on the Family are enjoying all the free press the pro-abortion folks have given them. This tempest in a teacup is still providing press this morning as most news outlets are discussing how non-controversial the ad was. Even the celebrity gossip website TMZ is shocked that this benign commercial was the source of so much hoopla:

After weeks of hype and outrage, the Super Bowl commercial with Heisman Trophy winner Tim Tebow finally aired Sunday night -- so what was all the fuss about?

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what the rest of us have been asking since the story on the Tim Tebow commercial first broke: What is all this fuss about?

In case you missed the ad, take a look for yourself:

A successful son and his loving mother - definitely a recipe for apocalyptic mayhem 

I'm so sorry to hear about Natasha Richardson's ski accident. I really enjoyed her in the Parent Trap remake. It was also nice to see a happy Hollywood marriage, as it seemed she had with husband Liam Neeson. It's terrible that her children, ages 12 and 13 (about the age of my daughter), have lost their mother.

It seems we hear about ski accidents all the time. Famous people keep running into trees; other people get lost in the snow. I'm taking skiing off my list of sports to try - it just appears to be too dangerous.

A year and a half ago, we joined the local YMCA. I highly recommend the Y for all of ya'll. We're very happy with it.

Over the summer, D signed up for basketball. Being her first time in organized sports, it was a season fraught with worries.

This Fall, we signed both children up for basketball. Oh, my! Twice the practices, twice the games, twice the stress, and twice the joy.

They each had the first game last Saturday.

Here is our little Buddy:

Yes, he's number one.

Here he is shooting during the Warm-up:

Here is D (Number Eight) during her Warm -up:

The age difference thankfully puts them in separate leagues. (It would not do if D were to Mother Hen her brother during a game.)

The scores? They both lost. They came away happy, though. I do not expect them to win; I require three things of them: that they do their best, that they try to improve, and that they enjoy the game. Nothing else matters. We do give treats to winners, though, because we're all Pavlov's dogs.

Now you know where I'll be three days a week. It's a good thing the Y has a great exercise center. During all those practices, I can keep busy by lifting weights and running the treadmill while watching TV. And you know I'm counting all this as P.E.