I guess “stop snitchin’” is an East Coast thing, because apparently Mike Vick’s boys have never heard of it. Thing is, and I obviously don’t know a thing, my gut instinct tells me that while they’re all copping pleas, they’re doing a lot more pleading than copping. All of a sudden, Vick’s now the hands-on executioner? All this really goes to show me is that you just don’t know people. We, the public, don’t know celebrities and athletes; just because they have some talent that brings their image into our homes on a regular basis, it doesn’t mean that they’re good people. They’re just people who are good at something. Similarly, you never know what the people around you will do when it gets thick. You wanna believe they’d have your back, but you never know for sure until it’s too late.
And understand what I’m saying - I’m not suggesting that Vick’s boys should have clammed up and impeded the investigation, but I’m thinking that they may be getting some real sweetheart deals to turn on Vick, in order to secure a prosecution. Maybe I’m wrong and he did everything they said and some more besides, but for whatever reason, I’m thinking that once it got a little too thick, the offers sounded a little too good and Mike just came up short.
I hope AI is watching all this.
Diversity ain’t necessarily all that diverse. But I think we kinda knew that, though. Take a look inside of a school lunchroom and you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about. Which doesn’t necessarily mean that racial diversity is not a good end, but I don’t know that it’s actually a worthy goal. At best, I think it’s an externality of shared values and experience. I don’t think it’s something that can be manufactured, though.
Top Excuses I’ve Heard At Football Practice This Week
- I was late because my mother had company and I had to wait for them to get out of the shower. (soooo….you were late to practice, where you’re gonna sweat and get funky because you couldn’t take a shower?)
- My mother didn’t want me to come to practice because I have blisters on my feet
- I hafta pick up some movies from my sister.
and the king of them all…
- I went to go buy Madden.
(speaking of which, I don’t know whether I’m gonna buy Madden this year. I’ve heard that gameplay is a lot more realisic, which means harder. I don’t know about y’all, but I don’t play for a challenge, I play for relaxation. When I play Madden - which hasn’t been for quite a while, mind you - it’s for some mindless relaxation. Not to be challenged. So naw. I’m cool. Until I play somebody’s game. Then I’ll probably wind up coppin’ anyway.)
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