By Adam Lawson, WSOE Sports
I was being poked and prodded more than a cute child on his first birthday a few days ago. I didn’t want quarterback Michael Vick in the National Football League after missing two full seasons due to the fact that he fought and killed numerous dogs in Virginia. “He’s served his time, idiot, let him play!” was probably the phrase I heard the most after I put that link up on my Facebook wall. “He’s the best athlete of all-time!” said one of my high school buddies. I wasn’t really sure how that applied to the fact that he believed he should be allowed back in the league. (To clear things up, there’s no way Vick was ever the best athlete that ever lived, but I’ll let that go.”) I was basically an idiot for even thinking that NFL Commish Roger Goodell should keep Mike Vick from playing this season. If there’s one thing you should know about me, it’s that I don’t take my few personal victories quietly, so please enjoy this piece.
You see, multiple sources are reporting that Vick was seen in a Virginia strip club with, of all people, Allen Iverson, on his first night of freedom. Because there’s nothing a guy can do to improve his awful image and convince teams to sign him than by making it rain, right? And before you jump on this post, like you did the last one, realize that I know strip clubs aren’t illegal, and if Vick wasn’t shooting the place up then he was already a better role model than Pacman Jones. That’s not the point.
It’s really funny, actually. You would think that after all he’s been through, after all the lawyers and PR people gave him recommendations on how to clean up his image, he would stay in and play Monopoly, apparently he got those privileges back, with his fiancée. Nope. That doesn’t satisfy the former Virginia Tech Hokie. Why appreciate his wife-to-be when he can provide one-dollar bills for Candy and Jasmine while they take their clothes off so that they can pay the rent for their trailer? Nothing screams role model louder than that, does it?
What can we take from this story? Well, many things. First, Vick is a liar. He took forever to admit that he, in fact, was guilty of the dog fighting charges. And now he is flat out denying that he visited the strip club with AI. Michael, Michael, Michael! Multiple people saw you there. Don’t lie to us. Secondly, I’m pretty sure NFL teams aren’t looking for quarterbacks devoid of common sense, because it’s pretty clear that Vick doesn’t have any. He doesn’t care about playing in the league again. If he did, he would be a choir boy until, at the very least, somebody signed him. But he didn’t. All he did was prove once again that he doesn’t belong in the NFL.
It’s really sad. He’s absolutely ruined a once promising career. But you can’t feel sorry for him. He knew what he was doing. He just didn’t care. The joke is on you, the supporters of 7, because 7 betrayed you. He said he was going to change. Tony Dungy put the fear of God into him. Apparently, the veil of ignorance fell on his supporters. Good news, though. He’ll have plenty of time to hit up those joints this year. He can even stop by on Sundays.