 Michael Vick cops a plea to dogfighting ... so much for clearing his good name ... after his homeboys bring him down, two ways over (part one: "say man, you know what we should do ... we should fight dogs, yo..." ... part two: "yo man, I gotta take this plea. You on your own, money...")
And while I disagree with the sentencing guidelines that say you get up to five years for fighting dogs, when you can get less than that for killing, raping or robbing a human being, it's hard to argue that Vick -- the Atlanta Falcons' $130 million man -- is anything other than stone stupid.
The NFL is full of thugs who beat their wives, drunk drivers and miscreants, yeah? So after he does his Martha Steward thizzle, Vick should probably go right back onto the field.
...and why, oh why did this guy have to wear orange jersy #7??? (Go Broncos...)
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