Michael Vick was alone today.
You are alone when there is only a suit earning his hourly wage at your side. Michael Vick had no wife by his side. Only a female marshall. It was the same marshall that escorted him into the arraignment a few weeks back. I guess that's what qualifies as a friend in Michael Vick's life these days.
In the end, Michael Vick had no friends. Not his homeboys his flipped on him. Not his owner, who accepted Vick's apology without enthusiasm. Not even his dad, who put his crackhead tendencies on blast to air out his son.
Vick only has what could be merely defined as "supporters." A handful of journalists. Some sports talk callers. A few buses of supporters brought in from his hometown, members of a church he funded with his own money. They outnumbered the detractors on the courtroom sidewalk. It seems apropos that the church was there for him at his low point. It's not unusual that somebody from the congregation brings a plate 'roun the way when you're a shut in. Vick will sit alone shut in and shut out from the world, confined within the borders of Virginia, for the next few months. Soon, he will probably be confined within a prison cell. Once again, alone.
And he stood alone at that podium.
"What I did was immature. So that means I have to grow up."
I couldn't help but feel sorry for Michael as he faces the singular road to maturity. I wouldn't wish that loneliness on anyone. And I can't help but feel relieved to be emerging from the bizarro world where people can watch animals beat the shit out of each other on the Discovery Channel, but condemn Vick for doing the same in his own back yard. Where nobody blinks at Kobe Bryant getting private air shuttles to his court dates or numerous criminals playing in the NFL, but feel superior in condemning Vick as committing the most reprehensible crime imaginable. I know it's not over, but I hope today was the first day of the rehabilitation of Michael Vick. As a human being, I can't stand to watch him suffer. Vick promised that he would redeem himself. I've got my fingers crossed. And I hope he finds some real friends on the other side.