Tag Archives: Atlanta Falcons

Michael Vick and the problem with forgiveness

NFL Commissioner Roger Goodell has conditionally reinstated former Atlanta quarterback Michael Vick, who was convicted of running a dogfighting ring in 2007. Vick served 23 months in federal prison, followed by two months of house arrest.

Last Thursday the Philadelphia Eagles answered the question as to which team would sign a convicted dog-killer (there were 32 possible answers to the question, and “none of the above” wasn’t one of them), and in doing so touched off a long-awaited PR war for the souls of their stunned fans. Read more

The NFL’s wack-ass, statistically improbable day

In case you were watching a What Not to Wear marathon on A&E and missed it, yesterday was one more weird-ass day in the NFL. Fun, but weird.

  • For the first time since 2002 there was a tie. The Bungles and Eagles slugged slogged it out for 75 minutes, and in the end neither team could quite outsuck the other.
  • Necessity is the mother of invention, they say. So the ridiculously injured Broncos, who were missing several running backs (right now I think I’m third on the depth chart at fullback) and their entire starting linebacker corps, started Spencer Larsen (who I’m not sure I’d ever heard of, and I’m a Bronco fan) at fullback and linebacker. Read more

Summer of scandal and the death of sport?

I love sports. Always have. I grew up playing all the usual sports and eagerly tried out a lot of others when I got older. I’ve always been a big spectator, too, watching everything from football, basketball and baseball to soccer, track, cycling, volleyball, water polo – whatever was on, you know?

But these days I watch less sports than at any point in my life, and it seems likely that this downward trend is going to continue. The why is pretty simple. I was raised old school by a grandfather who grew up playing through the Depression. People who knew him back then and saw him play said that under different circumstances he might have been good enough to play in the Bigs. Maybe. Hard to say, because the hard realities of life intruded on the dreams of many in his generation. So he wound up working for a few dollars a week and playing ball on the weekends.

There was a right way and a wrong way to play. Hard, but fair. Sportsmanship mattered. Read more