whiteathlete33 said:The Colts signed Baskett while Jones is still without a job.
Meanwhile, tears continue to be shed at what po' ol' Michael Vick is being put through. I could post this in the Vick thread but it seems more appropriate right now for this thread.
Call off the dogs; Vick's paid enough
The NFL season has begun, and I know who I am rooting for.
Michael Vick.
Once the highest-paid and perhaps most dynamic player in professional football, Mr. Vick has paid the highest price in the history of animal cruelty. And he is still paying.
Now working as a gadget guy and back-up quarterback for the Philadelphia Eagles, Mr. Vick has a target on his back and a price on his head - a Philadelphia animal rescue group will make a donation every time Mr. Vick is tackled.
Nice. I guess animal loving doesn't extend to human beings.
Michael Vick and some of his no-good buddies and hangers-on were caught two years ago operating a dog-fighting business and engaging in remarkable cruelty to those dogs who lost or wouldn't fight. It was not only illegal, it was indefensible.
But the punishment did not fit the crime. Mr. Vick spent 18 months in Leavenworth prison. (I am surprised they didn't reopen Alcatraz for him.) He worked as a janitor for 12 cents an hour.
He not only lost his $130 million contract with the Atlanta Falcons, he was forced to repay $6.5 million he'd already received. Of course, he lost all of his endorsement contracts. He was required to pay more than $1 million for the rehabilitation of the dogs that were rescued.
He was forced into bankruptcy with $16 million in debts and was stripped of his homes, cars and boats - permitted to keep only a pickup truck and a house in his hometown of Hampton, Va. I can only imagine what his lawyers' bills look like.
But this isn't about the money. Mr. Vick has a chance to make $7 million with the Eagles, which is a bigger payday than any other ex-con can hope for.
This is about the humiliating tour of self-flagellation he has been forced to walk, and will continue to walk if the Humane Society bullies have anything to say about it.
NFL Commissioner Roger Goodell required Mr. Vick to appear before him so that he could take a measure of his contrition before he would be permitted to resume his career. Eagles owner Jeffrey Lurie said he wanted to meet with Mr. Vick and see "a lot of self-hatred" before he would approve his signing.
The shaming continued on CBS's "60 Minutes," where Mr. Vick admitted that he wept in his prison bunk and spoke of his renewed faith in God as interviewer James Brown questioned his sincerity 10 different ways.
But the worst of it is, Mr. Vick is now on a leash held by the Humane Society's Wayne Pacelle. Mr. Vick has to make any number of appearances on behalf of the society, confessing to the error of his ways. "If Mike disappoints us, the public is going to see that," Mr. Pacelle told Mr. Brown on the same "60 Minutes" broadcast.
Mr. Pacelle must be loving this. Mr. Vick's head is on a pike at the city gate as a warning to any who would dare fight dogs, while the Humane Society gets untold millions in free publicity, and probably a healthy amount in donations, too.
Don't misunderstand me. I love dogs. Ask Amber, Lulu and Sugar. But I love human beings more, and what Mr. Vick is being required to endure is its own brand of cruelty. People with houses full of filthy, flea-bitten dogs and cats or farms with starving horses generally pay nothing close to the price Mr. Vick has paid, in freedom, money or reputation.
And this country is completely schizophrenic in its treatment of animals. Not only do we eat them, we treat them with inhumanity before we do. And we hunt them for sport. There was a lottery for the pleasure of killing bears, for heaven's sake. The winners celebrated their good fortune. The bears? Not so much.
Dogs, unlike cows, pigs, chickens and deer, had the good fortune to respond to domestication centuries ago, and for that reason we label them friends, apparently in better standing that the wives, girlfriends or random hotel workers and night-clubbers who happen to get in the way of other sports stars.
For Michael Vick's dogs, the suffering ended in death or rescue. I don't think it is ever going to end for this man.
http://www.baltimoresun.com/news/opinion/oped/bal-op.reimer14sep14,0,4201467.column