I don’t know why I expected more than Michael Vick to be a giant liar….

- His father, absentee growing up, came back into his life once he became a football star. Star pays the rent on Dad’s condo…and as soon as the money stream dried up and the son needed a father rather than an anchor, Dad throws the son under the bus, in print.
- Mom takes no responsibility in how either of her two athlete/criminal sons grew up.
- Dozens of hangers-on claim to be his friends from way back, but obviously treat him more as a meal ticket than a friend.
- Half of his adopted home city refuses to just let him be an athlete, instead forcing him into being a public face of a centuries-old racial politic.
- The other half will cheer him on Sunday afternoon, but drop n-bombs about him behind closed doors (and in some cases, flat-out in the open).

Michael Vick has every right to be confused. But at some point, he needs to be a man of his word. All a gambler has is his word. The “I put up money for the other boys to gamble, but I didn’t take a cut” is an excuse so laughable as to taint the rest of what seemed to be a reasonable plea in court, and a heartfelt apology outside of it.

If someone could treat Michael Vick as a man, without ulterior motives, maybe he could believe his honor and his word are something worth having.