Are you effing kidding me?

You know what I look for in a quarterback for my favorite football team? I look for a grown man who is not completely and shamelessly full of shit. In his 60 Minutes interview last night Michael Vick admitted to crying himself to sleep while he was in prison because he felt guilty about what he had done.

"I was disgusted, you know, because of what I let happen to those animals. I could've put a stop to it. I could've walked away from it. I could've shut the whole operation down."

I call bull shit. You know why you cry yourself to sleep at night while serving a jail sentence in federal prison? Because you are in FEDERAL FUCKING PRISON. I don't buy for one second that Vick is sorry for anything but getting caught. And lets not forget that he went to prison not for killing dogs, but for running a high stakes gambling ring for six years. Gambling is still illegal kids. And if his excuse was that it's a cultural thing, you don't just change your mind in a couple of years. You need to recondition yourself to adopt different opinions, and that takes a long damn time.

Sure he has to say all of the right things in order to be able to play football again. I get that. And frankly I don't even really have a problem with it. But come the fuck on. Coulda. Woulda. Shoulda.

Look, I'm not all that broken up about the whole situation regarding Vick's past. I can appreciate both arguments about why he deserves a second chance or why he should never be allowed to strap on shoulder pads again. Blah, fucking, blah. He made a mistake, he went to jail, and while what he did is particularly heinous in nature I find it remarkably shameful that people don't threaten to boycott teams when someone beats their wife, gets a DUI, murders someone, or shoots someone but someone drowns Fido and all of the sudden he should get electrocuted himself.

If anyone is going to cry over what happened it should be society as a whole. D'ante Stallworth was drunk and ran over a father and husband. That story was in the news for about a week. Michael Vick is being crucified for killing dogs. I had a dog for 15 years. I loved my dog. But you know what? If I had to pick between my dog or my dad, I'll take my dad every time. Get your priorities straight, people.