Next Monday, at 10:30 a.m. EST, Michael Vick will walk into a Virgina courtroom and admit to participating heinous crimes and illegal gambling activities. He will walk out a felon.
What a shame. And friend of mine said the Vick saga has made him “mad and sad at the same time.” He’s not alone.
How can you not be mad at a young man who essentially threw away $130 million? How can you not be mad at someone who risked so much for so little?
And sad? Sure, if you have a shred of compassion (and I know many of you don’t!), how can you not lament the waste of talent, and the so-quick and so-unnecessary destruction of a career?
Why did he cop a plea? Clearly because it gives his his only chance to salvage any snippet of an NFL career – and it’s still a shot too long to even imagine at this juncture.
The feds are recommending Vick serve 12-18 months. Whatever the judge hit him with, Vick will likely serve at least 80 percent of the sentence. The NFL gets its pound on flesh, or likely more. Let’s face it, not only did Vick do what the feds say he did, but he lied about it to Atlanta Falcons owner Arther Blank and NFL commissioner Roger Goodell. That, he will pay dearly for.
Not yet knowing exactly what Vick will cop to, it’s hard to know just how bad he’ll look and sound next Monday. But no matter, I can’t imagine NFL commissioner will give him any less than a full season suspension likely served after he’s out of the pokey. Let’s say he begins serving time as soon as possible and is released in the summer of 2009, prior to the 2010 season. Let’s say he’s then banned for a year, leaving him eligible for the 2011 season. At that juncture, Micheal Vick will be a 31-year-old felon.
There are certainly QBs that age in the NFL, but certainly not with such a Scarlett Letter.
If he’s eligible, healthy and shows the correct amount of contrition – well, likeI said, it’s a shot too long to even contemplate. But it’s his only shot.
What a shame.