As a blogger, it’s mandatory that I comment on Michael Vick (it’s in the fine print). Most of what I’ve read on Vick is redundant drivel, full of hate, and devoid of information. I’ll try to do better, minus the information part.
Vick is a guy who once signed a contract for $130,000,000.00 over 10 years, and chose to run a dog-fighting ring. If we can agree on anything, it’s that he’s got some wires crossed in his kitchen, right?
It’s easy to tear a strip off Vick, and he more-than deserves it. And of course, where is the humanity in some borderline soulless human signing another multi-million dollar contract and getting the second chance at life, which he denied countless dogs?
There isn’t any.
And further, it’s easy to point the finger at the Eagles and say they’ve got blood on their hands, too. It seems more than any other sport that football is win-at-all-costs. A sport that almost says “we don’t care who you are or what you’ve done, we just want to win.” And in reality, that’s what makes football so much fun to watch. It’s a 16 game season where every game matters, and men put everything they’ve got for effort on the line (hang your head in shame, baseball).
There is no sport that serves as a better metaphor for the rest of the working world than football. Football has produced more life-mirroring cliche’s than I care to dredge up (see: Lombardi, Vince). In the end, it’s a rat race of people trying to get ahead under the guise of a team sport, and sometimes, those who fight dirty are the last ones standing in the end.
But Vick’s not getting ahead. I’ve always been a “things happen for a reason” guy (speaking of cliche’s), so I feel like Vick’s seeming re-acceptance by the NFL as just the next step in the real punishment he deserves. Things are going to be miserable for this guy. Philly? He signed in Philly?
There’s no worse team in the league, probably in any sport, to go play for if you were worried about fan harrassment. This guys life might be in danger (this is your chance to get in the headlines, PETA!). He’s going to be a pinata for sitcks and stone’s that’ll break his bones and words that’ll seriously hurt him.
I’m so glad he didn’t go somewhere out of the headlines like Detroit. With the ramped up media coverage in the City of Brotherly Abuse of Quarterbacks, we’ll all get to read the hilarious signs, see the funny costumes, and generally join in the torment of Philly’s for-now backup quarterback.
He was with people in jail who probably thought he didn’t commit much of a crime. Now, he’s being chucked into a ginormous population of people who think he did, and fortunately, some of that same ginormous population occasionally lack the social grace to edit their verbal slander from the sidelines. What a treat for viewers!
You know what else I take from all this?
Our lack of belief in our ability to rehabilitate people.
I’m still sort of unclear whether jail is meant to be a miserable holding spot where we punish those who victimize our society, or whether we’re trying to help these people get better.
He did his time. Is it possible he’s thought about what he’s done, understands it, and feels endless remorse?
Not one of my readers believes that. Doesn’t that tell us something about our belief in prison’s ability to make people better?
But let’s stick to sports.
Vick is going to say and do all the right things for the first little while. The second he scrambles for a 40 yard touchdown run, Philly fans will be on his side. The second he throws a pick, however, Philly fans will come back with the bark and bite of 40 thousand pitbulls.
There’s only going to be one thing more fun to watch than Michael Vick fighting for survival in, and out of an Eagles uniform this year, and it’s approaching quickly:
Vick has been released. The Eagles have signed him. The NFL has re-instated him. The fun part?
PETA? Your move.