One of my favorite sports personalities, Mr. Tony Kornheiser, has been saying for months, that the toughest part of letting Michael Vick back into the NFL, would come during the introductory press conference, when the owner and the coach have to put their arm around Vick, and say this man, who has killed dogs, is the man for our team. That exact scenario will play out today at 11am when my BELOVED Philadelphia Eagles officially announce that Michael Vick is a part of the squad. I am absolutely delighted at the possibility, as long as Vick knows that McNabb is THE man, and he's just visiting for now. Given that Vick looks up to McNabb, I doubt that will be an issue THIS year. But let me not get ahead of myself. For now, I want Vick, McNabb and the rest of my squad to win and win often. I only ask that the Eagles not give Vick a #12 jersey. That is reserved for the one and only, Mr. Randall Cunningham.

This will be my last blog entry until I return from vacation. Usually while I'm on vacation I still blog and speak about quirky things that go down while I'm away, and I feel like I'm cheating on my vacation when I do that. So unless something monumental happens like me hitting the Powerball, I will be silent until next Thursday...