Mr. Vick, You're No Donovan McNabb!

Like many people, I have watched with horror and dismay as the allegations against Atlanta Falcons' quarterback, Michael Vick, have become a heated topic for discussion.

When my husband sold his Ovation acoustic/electric guitar a year or so ago so that he could buy an official NFL Michael Vick jersey, I was dismayed. Chris plays guitar wonderfully but he really wanted that jersey and then for Christmas 2005 he wanted Michael Vick shoes, which he got. I kept asking him, 'who is this Michael Vick guy again?' I was not a fan of the Falcons although falcons are birds and so it didn't sound too bad.

I was a fan back then and still am of the Philadelphia Eagles specifically because, well, maybe only because, I am a big fan of Donovan McNabb. Now when I was a kid, I used to watch a lot more football than I do today. In the Redskins' heyday, I watched a lot more than I do today, too.

But I got a foster rabbit one day, a little black dwarf with gorgeous black fur with hints of espresso in it, and I noticed he had kind of a bulky build. I thought, 'you look like a little football player' and he said to me, "My name is Donovan." So I thought, 'well maybe we'll call you Donovan McNabb then.' And I asked my husband who McNabb played for and that I thought he must be a good guy because our new foster rabbit had just told me he liked him.

So I told my dad and my husband that I'm a Donovan McNabb fan now, besides, I love eagles. And then my dad called and told me something about McNabb which explained why all of this was happening.

Here's an excerpt from an article from the January 23, 2005 Cincinnatti Inquirer in which D-Mac explains about his close relationship with his dogs:

Asked how he handled losing the three NFC title games, McNabb said: "Well, I'm not the first losing quarterback (in the NFC Championship game). For myself, I gathered my two dogs, and we just sat in a dark room, rolled the film and just sat there and watched it together. My dogs talked to me and told me to keep my head up, and I think I was all right."

And then I knew why I was a fan of this player. He talks to his dogs and not only that, they are his teachers and mentors and he loves them with all his heart. On top of this, McNabb, or D-Mac as they call him, does a lot of work for charity, specifically the Diabetes Foundation.

What a contrast to Michael Vick.

So for those of you, who like my husband, are down and depressed about the lack of caliber in the NFL, just remember, not everyone can be like Donovan McNabb, least of all Michael Vick. And Mr. Vick, are you sure your name isn't Mr. Vile? What kind of human behaves like you do? Oh you're so tough and gee that was a really nice suit you wore to your arraignment today. You're such a superstar, such a gifted athlete. But you are really just like T-Rex. Big and mighty but no soul. You do not have a soul, Mr. Vick, and it goes without saying that you have no heart.

On the last episode of The XFiles, Mulder said that the devil is only one man but true evil is a collaboration of men and that's exactly the kind of company Mr. Vick was keeping at his house. You know, Mr. Vick, it's interesting how karma works. It jumps up and bites you in the butt just like an angry dog who has never been shown any love. You must have never been loved or had anyone ever have a real heart-to-heart conversation with you and that explains why there is huge black hole where your heart should be, sucking up everything that comes near it and destroying it.

Mr. Vick, you're no Donovan McNabb!