Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Losing it All

"Poor" Michael Vick, the disgraced former Atlanta Falcons quarterback, has gone broke while in prison. He filed for bankruptcy protection from his prison cell owing as much as $50 million to his creditors.

http://sports.yahoo.com/nfl/news?slug=ap-vick-bankruptcy&prov=ap&type=lgns

It takes a special type of moron to torpedo the career and life he once had. Vick gets no sympathy from me. He let himself think like a ghetto hood rat from the block when he was already rich and set for life. WTF?

If he wanted to be enterprising, he should have invested in a legitimate business such as a retail franchise or lent his name to a sports bar. But no, he had to think like a dumb -----, as Uncle Ruckus from The Boondocks might say.

I have made my share of mistakes, pissed away a variety of opportunities in life. But none of that compares to this nitwit Vick. He can't even reinvent himself after his prison term is done.

Once he gets out, he doesn't have a career to go back to. Vick might try to get a job as backup QB for a desperate team like the St. Louis Rams or head north to play in the Canadian Football League. But I doubt public opinion will change while he has any playing days left in him.

If he can't play football and generate money through product endorsements, Vick is going to STAY broke after prison. Way to go playing to a stereotype, Vick. It's not even worth merchandising his likeness anymore.

I may not be perfect, but I am glad I am not a flaming turd like Michael Vick.

3 comments:

HNIC said...

yeah but ya gotta admit.. dat nigga was fast as hell on the field!
Thank god the government stoped him because nobody else really did!
im gonna write my true feelings on this later

HNIC said...

its a debate of keeping true to yourself.
VIck is a gifted athlete but he is also a product of his family and environment.
He was convicted of a absolutly silly "crime" that goes on every day in america. Jow blow cowboy redneck does this shit all day every day but you dont see the law running after them. A black man gets on the hook for this and its all out war to get them.

If I make 40 million a year and my cousin and best friend tell me they need a place to stay and hang out.. Im gonna let them stay in one of my many homes no problem. All you would think you need to tell them is .. ok no automatic guns and no distribution weight of marijuana... but you really wouldnt hand hold your cousin because... ITS YORU COUSIN.
because these stupid southern niggas decide its part of their culture to fight animals, nobody thought it was a problem or something they shouldnt be doing. Thats not sociopathic... its part of their CULTURE.
So when the law comes thru... they all turn tails and throw the lawman the big fish that they want.
This whole case is a cultural misunderstanding and a witch hunt of a black man with money.

Think about it. if you played or watched football, vick was a lightning rod the whole time he played by the media. not because he got into trouble, and not because he said anything... it was because of his roughneck nigga look and his non conformists playstyle. He didnt look and play like everyone else but was equally as effective....
anytime your doing it not like they are doing it but doing it better that breeds hate and contempt.

I cant wait for vick to get out of jail and go back to playing football. at 33 he will still be more gifted and stronger than 90% of the current NFL roster.

acereporter73 said...

The culture argument only goes so far with me. Vick had a choice to make. He had more important things to accomplish and he knew it. Have a little pride in your NFL career. I mean, all it should have taken was seeing himself in a video game to realize: "YO, I am a big deal now. I don't need to make money out of some back alley." Or at the very least, have some sense that illegal activity never did anyone good in the end.

But then you have foolish white men like Elliot Spitzer, former governor of New York, who frequented prostitutes even on Valentine's Day.

There is no shortage of stupidity out there no matter what culture or background you come from.

Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away