There’s a great column in the Atlanta Journal Constitution about how it must feel to be Michael Vick these days:
How must it be, being Michael Vick?
From prince of this bustling city to pariah of an entire country; from idol of millions to cheap joke on the “Tonight Show;” from having too many friends to having no friends at all — how must that feel? How must it feel to arise each morning believing the walls have moved ever closer in the dark of night?
You can, and should, read the full version here.
August 16, 2007
It is amazing how quickly his so-called friends have jumped ship on him. I am sure that when he first came to fame that they were the ones making sure that he didn’t forget that they were buddies from way back. Reminding him that he couldn’t let them down or not share in his rewards.
Now where are they?
Very sad situation.