Last week, the Michael Vick saga landed in Philadelphia. Vick signed with the Philadelphia Eagles. The signing brought an end to the speculation about who might be willing to take a risk on the former all-pro quarterback. Apparently, Vick demonstrated the proper amount of remorse and contrition to get reinstated to the NFL, and to get signed by the Eagles.
The whole Michael Vick scenario strikes me as a little peculiar. In my lifetime as a sports fan, I can remember the National Football League taking second, third, and fourth chances on drunk drivers, drug users, drug dealers, domestic abusers, and even people associated with murder. I don’t ever remember any of these having to show the proper amount of contrition before being resigned. Nor do I remember any of these having to meet with the appropriate community agencies to earn their favor.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not a huge fan of Vick, and I think what he did is deplorable and barbaric. But, keep in mind he did his time. He has repeatedly said that he was sorry. My point is that the NFL, and maybe our society in general, seems hypocritical about the whole thing. Vick should have been punished for what he did (and he was). Again, the cruelty he demonstrated is indefensible. No one should ever justify dog fighting, or any other type of cruelty to animals. But, Michael Vick is not the first felon to play ball. Nor will he be the last. It seems like when it comes to pro sports in our culture, it’s not the crime that matters. It’s the way the crime is perceived. And somehow, cruelty to animals is now perceived as worse than dealing drugs, beating your pregnant girlfriend, shooting a guy, or even taking a human life. Maybe this whole thing says something about us too.
It seems like every day we see another story that reminds us of just how broken we truly are. Parents murdering their children, shooting rampages in nursing homes, and unmitigated greed and corruption dominate our news cycles. It’s all so tragic. For many of us, we just turn off the television or shut down the computer without thinking too much about what we just witnessed. But, if we pause for just a moment and ponder what’s happening around us, we might learn a thing or two.
In case you haven’t heard, the 81st annual Academy Awards were this past Sunday. If you hadn’t noticed, don’t feel bad. Most of America didn’t either. The Oscars are becoming just a blip on the entertainment radar anymore. Bloated broadcasts, pontificating acceptance speeches, and over the top arrogance and excess seem to finally be weighing down the award industry’s big dog. We still love the movies. This past summer was a box-office bonanza for Hollywood. The Dark Knight, Iron Man, and Indiana Jones headlined a group of films that made a gazillion dollars. While we still like movies, we seem not to care so much for Hollywood’s celebration of itself. I’m sure the awards mean something to the winners. I’m just not so sure that the rest of us really care anymore.





