Tony Dungy laments he never went fishing with Michael Vick?
Jesu Christo, if the lad is going to toe a bleeding hound into the brush, what good could possibly come from taking Michael Vick fishing?
Tony: Mike, you insert the needle into the earthworms and blow enough air to make ’em float just off the bottom – did I mention I respect your l33t football skills, but if you ever played for me you’d have to rein in that creative energy?
Mike: Does the air hurt the earthworms? … Really?
(Pfft, *POP*, Pfft, *POP*)
Tony: Save a couple for fishing Mike – did I mention you’re greased cat crap on the gridiron, but this boat is only fourteen feet long – and if you kill all my bait no way you’re gonna outrun the rod butt to the head I’ve got planned?
Mike: Oh. Sorry. Will them fish in the live well chew on each other?
Tony: No, Michael, most fish aren’t cannibalistic – did I mention you remind me of the son I never had?
Mike: You want to bet on the next fish?
Sorry, fishing is many things but if a fellow is going to stomp dogs – it’s not likely to teach him respect for wildlife of any kind – unless it’s Shark fishing … and then only if he’s the bait.
Lemme guess: He’s annoucing his bid for the Presidency in this photograph? He’s saying the Amercan public is number 1! No? How bout… this is the secret handshake for a graduate of State Pen.? Yeah, I don’t use bait.
A hell of an image with which to celebrate the Glorious Fourth, but given the choice between continuing with Michael Jackson and Sarah Palin, I do believe I’ll take this fellow. Loosely speaking, he represents “the Spirit of Seventy-Six.” Obviously a bait fisherman, but better met at streamside than in the parking lot.