On a news program this morning, I heard a defense lawyer proclaiming that Michael Vick will undoubtedly “recover” from his current woes. I don’t recall every word verbatim, but the gist of it was this: “Michael Vick has lots of loyal fans. Atlanta loves him. Football fans love him. They’ll forgive him and he’ll be back on the field by next season.”
Well, I beg to differ. And, as a Georgia girl (an Atlanta one, specifically) as well as a huge football fan, I think my vote counts. As a matter of fact, Michael Vick headed up my fantasy football team last year, taking me to a third place finish in my league. And I happen to care very much about the character of my players. The guys in the league (I’m the only estrogen-bearing team owner) all laughed at my philosophy the first year: no jerks on my team, thank you. That rules out Randy Moss, Terrell Owens, and Chad Johnson, to name a few. To hammer the point home, I named the team the Mama’s Boys. And the guys quit laughing when I won that first season.
Obviously, I don’t have a say about who the Falcons put on the field at the Georgia Dome. But he won’t be on the Mama’s Boys’ virtual field, no matter when he returns.