Having been in an unlawful predicament for such a hideous and despicable crime after brutally killing animals as an amusing activity and for money, you would have assumed that Michael Vick had an advisable conscience. Someone to guide the troubled quarterback down the path and instill the difference between right and wrong.
This is not what we expected from a man who paid his debts to society, more troubles off-the-field for poor judgment by associating with a disturbed crowd.
The cynics forgave him, anointed him, and applauded him when NFL commissioner Roger Goodell conditionally reinstated and allowed Vick a second chance after he was emancipated of serving 18 months in prison for bankrolling a dogfighting ring, a repugnant and senseless act that poisoned his reputation. The most famous rushing quarterback of all-time was suddenly labeled as a jailbird and the most heinous dog-killer of all-time.
Thereafter, he disgusted the average individual of his foolishness and induced much bitterness and resentment with the Bad Newz Kennels dogfighting investigation that unfolded dreadful specifics on his abnormal stupidity. We recognized it as a sickened activity and a soulless habit, becoming obsessed with animal cruelty and having an inhumane temperament that brought out the barbaric and staggering side of Vick.
For all the deceitfulness of living a double-life and pathetically running a dogfighting ring, hearing the pitiful details of his shameful morals, we were nauseated and afflicted by all the ignominious nonsense that uncovered the disingenuousness of an idolized athlete. Before the ugly episode, he was utterly adored and braced for his off-the-field commitment with children as a genial role model and charismatic father-figure, leading by example at his annual football camp.
At one point, he had the second-best selling jersey as children tried intimating the embattled superstar, even when he let numerous people down for his poor judgment and heartless drama that unhinged his successful career. With all the turbulence in the past, you would have suspected that he learned a lifelong lesson and avoided any knuckleheaded mistakes, such as intermingling with a prudent crowd and associating with well-behaved friends.
This is how he destroyed a wealthy career, blowing a $130 million deal with the Atlanta Falcons, the richest contract in NFL history, and lost endorsement deals shortly before he was indicted on federal dogfighting charges. Whether its ignorance of the law or arrogance, Vick’s name is still heard when it involves an awful crime scene once again identified as a suspect outside the restaurant that hosted Vick’s 30th birthday party.
He’s faulted for the shooting of his so-called friend Quanis Phillips, one of his comrades involved in the scandal. It wasn’t long ago when Vick, now perceived as a criminal for a bullet that almost killed Phillips, was suspended for his federal dogfighting sentence and spent months behind prison bars and the final two months under home confinement.
By losing out as the highest-paid player and working a $10 an-hour construction job for a few weeks then he would have ignored and distanced from troubled thugs, finding some friends with a positive motive. If he wanted to protect his respectability and believability, he would have evaded all his destructive comrades.
If he wanted to prove his graciousness and remorsefulness, he would have stayed clear of nightclubs and been very selective of his surroundings at parties. From animal-killer to party-animal, Vick still lacks maturity and conducts himself as a teenager, jeopardizing his repossessions and career for placing himself in position to be humiliated.
He represents himself as a menace, exposing negativity off the field, especially when he’s with his ill-mannered friends who are careless in entrapping the polarizing Vick. It’s obvious he believes that he’s invincible and untouchable, allowed to commit deviant behavior.
It’s the most senseless news making headlines, the most mystified news, bringing back gruesome afterthoughts of the ugliest scandal in sports. The level of concern raises, though, worried whether he had any involvement in a nightclub shooting that he ultimately denies, clearing his name instantly before it tatters a spotless comeback, but yet again placed in the middle of a police investigation.
“I want to assure everyone that I had nothing to do with that incident,” Vick said in a statement released Thursday night. “I left the restaurant prior to it occurring and did not witness what happened.”
But even if he’s telling the truth, it’s hard to tell whether he’s truthful or deceitful when he deceived Falcons owner Arthur Blank, the upsetting chairman who had much loyalty in Vick before he lied about his dogfighting ring, the poor misstep that will forever mark and leave a career in mishap.
If anything, it’s hard to judge what exactly took place on the night of the shooting, informing the befuddled people that he left the scene 10 to 30 minutes before Phillips, a co-defendant in Vick’s dogfighting case who was shot as bullets were fired exactly from the same entrance that Vick exited.
With exclusive evidence from a surveillance camera, it shows Vick and his bad boys leaving shortly before the shooting happened and turned the outside of Guadalajara’s restaurant, a nightclub in Virginia, into a bloody massacre for the ignorance and madness.
When he was released from the federal penitentiary, lost the highest-paid contract and damn near lost a second-chance in the NFL, he still hasn’t learned how to depart from the hood and leave the gangsters alone. Rather than wave good riddance, he wants to mix the hood and riches with football.
It would be interesting to see if Goodell, the NFL sheriff with a reputation of punishing players who violates the league’s conduct policy, suspends the troublemaker for breaching parole, a term that was plotted to keep him out of unlawful troubles. What amazes us is that he hasn’t learned from the previous incident as a convicted felon, while under supervised release.
He apparently doesn’t care about the two-page, single-spaced court order that states it clearly—no guns, no thugs, and no drugs, obligations that he strictly ignored and could have broken the terms of his release. It’s very unfortunate that he had a birthday blast at a Mexican Restaurant with 300 people that Marcus Vick organized and planned. Why?
It’s very irresponsible that he associates with thugs. Why? All of this led to a horrible crime scene, where an unnamed suspect shot one of Vick’s bad boys repercussions that he may have remotely avoided, but however it’s a weakness he cannot escape.
Reportedly, one source said “everyone knows,” but no one is willing to talk about what happened on the night of the incident. Few anonymous individuals told the Hampton Daily Press that the occurrence prompted when Kijana Frank, Vick’s longtime fiancée, was feeding a piece of double chocolate birthday cake to Vick and said that Phillips interrupted the cake celebration by smashing the cake in Vick’s face.
So did Phillips crash the party? Maybe, with reports releasing that Vick’s brother was bothered about the cake episode, leading to a verbal argument later outside of the restaurant and concluded in gunshots. According to police, the person who fired the gunshots was a black male wearing a white shirt and drove off in a white Escalade.
The problem is that Vick’s obsession with the streets ruins his credibility as a quarterback. He's viewed as a cancerous superstar for the Philadelphia Eagles, a franchise that dealt Donovan McNabb.
The Philly fans had it coming to them. Maybe now they’ll learn how valuable McNabb was in a town where he was polarized for minor failures.
As for Vick, it looks like an increasingly messy situation for an ex-convict.
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