Thursday, July 19, 2007
Mike Vick, killer of dogs...crusher of dreams
oh Michael. it seems so long ago, back in 2001 when the Falcons made you the number 1 pick in the draft. you were the most exciting thing to hit the NFL since Barry Sanders. you were gonna save the franchise and bring us back to the superbowl. you were gonna change the way the quarterback position was played. you were gonna set all new records. the Falcons were gonna be one of the leagues elite teams. it was the land and milk and honey for a long suffering franchise. do you remember those days? and now it's 2007 and it feels like an eternity since you were the Jesus of Hotlanta. herpes, flipping off the fans, an inability to grasp the west coast system, being kinda a pussy about the media, the water bottle of weed, and dog fighting. now all i can do is look back and wonder what could have been in the Falcons hadn't traded up and instead drafted LT. ah, to dream. my thug apologist friend MB will stick up for you, but i can't anymore. Fuck you Vick, you dog killing piece of shit. I'm ready for the Joey Harrington era to begin.