I support the Eagles’ decision to sign Michael Vick. There, it’s out. So if you want to stop reading now and give me the stink eye every time I see you in Founders, it’s fine. But I think it’s only fair you hear me out, considering I’ve had to listen to a loop of a crazed emotional woman crying on the streets of Philadelphia on behalf of the entire pet population on every local news station since that fateful day.
First of all, let me say that in no way do I support what Michael Vick did. I have two dogs, and I can’t even begin to understand what he was thinking when he decided to try and make some extra money (besides his millions) at the expense of all those animals.
But the man did his time, completed a few emotionally devoid interviews, and is “volunteering” with Humane Society. I’m pretty sure the judge didn’t sentence him to permanent suspension from the NFL, so I’m not sure why America decided it’s up to them to decide.
Secondly, Vick’s mentor is former Colts head coach Tony Dungy. I don’t think there’s any football fan out there that can deny that Dungy is one of the most stand-up guys that has ever been involved with the NFL. If this guy has taken it upon himself to mentor Michael Vick and help him get back in the game, I will buy whatever Vick is selling. Except for the Michael Vick dog jerseys. Really, guys, too far.
This experience has certainly been a humbling one for Michael Vick; he went from being the highest paid, cockiest member of the NFL to making a mere $1.6 million for his first year with the Eagles. Besides that whole money thing, he’s gonna have to keep that T.O.-sized ego in check if he wants the respect of jaded Philadelphia fans and teammates alike.
When football season rolls around, I’ll still be scanning Stub Hub for tickets and “E-A-G-L-E-S, EAGLES”-ing with the best of them. After all, I’m not a dog killer, I just really like a good game of football.
