Dear Michael Vick:
We’re glad you’re packing your bags and leaving the Philadelphia sports scene. We never accepted your tears and your excuses. Most importantly, we’ll never accept you.
Bye bye, Michael Vick. Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out and we’re glad that the nasty little rhymes about your extra-curricular activities can stay.
Instead of “Lock up your beagle – Vick’s an Eagle” we can now change it to “Lock up your pet – Vick’s a Jet”.
A very tepid Bon Voyage,
(for the animals that can no longer speak because you killed them and enjoyed every second of it)