A mistake? Okay, sure.
Oops! Didn't mean to hold that dog's head underwater so long! Or the one before that and then there were those others - see the pile of rotting mistake carcasses up against the garage?
Darn! The electrodes slipped! I didn't mean to place them around Laddie's gonads with live current runing through them! Sorry, Rover. Excuse me, Rex. Apologies, Rin Tin Tin. Man, did you see those sparks?!? Sniff. Sniff. What's that odor? Is somebody barbecuing?!? Throw another dog on the grill for me! Extra ketchup!
Perhaps Nike is branching out yet again. I mean they make everything from golf equipment to clothing to watches. Maybe they're coming out with a whole new line of Nike branded merchandise:
- The 'After Party' Canine Corpse Handling Gloves ("keeps the blood - off your duds")
- Loser Doggy Drowning Tubs, with attached swoosh emblazoned leather head brace!
- High voltage Maimed Mutt Electrode Testicle Teasers!
A mistake? There are certainly more than enough of those to go around. Were his crimes that heinous in the grand scheme of things? Perhaps the effect was fairly low on the totem pole of atrocities. But the intent was right up there with the worst of them. And in the end, in my book, that's what counts.
Okay, I'm done with ragging on Vick. You can only beat a dead horse so long, so-to-speak. But a dead dog? Well, just ask Mike ...
[Postscript: Vick, it turns out, didn't re-sign with Nike. Nike simply gave him free clothes and equipment for the honor of having him use and wear the stuff, cause God knows you want your brand associated with sadism. Which changes nothing, since it means the same from an ethical point of view (it simply means they not only have no morals, they have no spine either).]