Someone should kidnap Michael Vick, tape a steak to his chest and place him in a room full of pit bulls. That would give him a sense of what dogfighting is really about.
Maybe it would jog Vick's memory, since he wants us to believe he's the most oblivious athlete on Earth. Based on some of his decisions, I suppose that's not a total stretch.
As authorities investigate his cousin for running drugs and an elaborate, sickening dogfighting ring on Vick's Virginia property, Vick ...
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