My turn to cry

Dear Michael Vick
I heard that you cried in prison. Well, that is a shame. Did you ever stop to think about the dogs you tortured? You laughed as they were humiliated and mutilated and they cried. But you made money, and got a charge out of it. I hope you shed some tears, because you certainly made most of the country shed tears and hurl our dinners after we found out what you did.

I was glad you went to prison, and I hoped you would cry. You brought dishonor to the great game of football, let alone the NFL and the human race. As a civilized society we don't do those things..but you would not have know that because after all you are Michael Vick.

Now Michael Vick, you belong to my city. My football team, you are on my turf. And the mere fact that you are now an Eagle turns my stomach. You do not get to walk out of jail and strum up the honor that goes with being a Philadelphia Eagle. Not in my book. You don't deserve the title. You don't deserve to play in the NFL, yet. You have to earn that back. And you have to prove to me that you are worthy to be an Eagle.

It is a shame you cried in prison. Now I am crying. Crying because you have taken away from me one of my favorite past times...supporting the Philadelphia Eagles. As long as you are on the team, I will not support the team. My turn to cry because you do not have the right to take away something I enjoy. But you did. Because of you, and your selfishness, a little bit of me died when you became an Eagle. And now it is my turn to cry.