This blog is still alive, just in semi-hibernation.
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Sunday, July 29, 2007
Michael Vick is Doomed.
Michael Vick's career is over. One of the most exciting quarterbacks in the NFL, if not one of the most successful, will probably never play another down. All the shoe and clothing companies have pulled his products from the shelves. Trading card companies won't have his cards in their latest sets. I have never seen an athlete accused of a crime become a non-person so quickly. Even if exonerated, his image is shot forever, worse than people accused of rape and murder, worse than people convicted of drug crimes.
Is it those nasty PETA wierdos that brought him down? Hell to the NO!
People love dogs.
Sleepy little kids love dogs.
Goofy college girls love dogs.
Episcopal priests in Panama love dogs.
Make no mistake. Vick merchandise could sell right now. Some people who think it's cool to be gangsta would buy it. Some diehard Atlanta Falcons fans would buy it. Some people who think every time a successful black man gets in trouble with the law it is due to white conspiracy would buy it.
But the other side of the coin is this. Some people who love dogs would remember who made a buck off this disgusting situation, and never buy a product from (fill in the blank) again.
The court case is months away, if not years. Maybe the prosecutors will screw it up and Vick will be found not guilty. Stranger things have hapened in courts of law recently. But regardless, Michael Vick is doomed. There is no way to explain eight dog corpses on his property, showing signs of death by torture. He had better invest the money he has now wisely, because the cash spigot is about to be turned off. Permanently.