Facing overwhelming evidence, including having his own dawgs rolling on him, Michael Vick chose to accept the plea deal offered by the feds instead of burning through his millions in a court battle he’d ultimately lose, ending up with more prison time.
And as you’ve learned from Michael Bolton in the movie Office Space, there are no conjugal visits in federal pound-you-in-the-ass prison.
It sounds like the plea deal may include up to five years of making license plates and doing telemarketing.
What a fantastic waste of singular talent. When I was a kid I was the first chair clarinet. It only lasted about 6 months; the amount of time it took others to pass my mad clarinet skills through diligent practice. Vick made it all the way to the NFL without really trying. Pro Bowl even. But he didn’t have the heart. He was always known as a guy who didn’t study film, didn’t learn the playbook that well…he just didn’t put the work in.
And he didn’t have to, because he was so incredibly gifted. And maybe that gift was also a curse, because smoke was blown so far up his ass from an early age that he believed he wasn’t like the other guys and didn’t need to put the work in. And maybe that carried over into his off-the-field endeavors - he was the stud quarterback for a top 20 market. No one was going to mess with him, whether he was stuffing weed in a bottle, acting like a primadonna on the sidelines, or killing dogs in the most vicious ways you could imagine.
But as I learned with my clarinet experience, it always catches up with you. Someone else blows that horn a little better, or maybe has quicker finger action. Speaking of blowing horns and finger action, Ron Mexico better keep his quick feet in prison or he may soon be known as Dirty Sanchez.
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