I can relate to Michael Vick.
In college, I was notorious for being a complete lunatic if something went wrong when I was playing a competitive sport. I honestly think my friends came to watch me explode if our football, softball, volleyball or basketball team fell behind. I’d yell, cuss, slam walls, throw things, just completely meltdown. Basically, I have the potential to be the worst (but most entertaining) teammate ever.
One time I yelled at my then-girlfriend for dropping a pass in a co-ed intramural football game.
Off of the field, I’m a pretty cool, calm and collected soul; but once I put on the athlete hat, I’m completely melodramatic.
I really think that’s where Vick was on Sunday when he signaled some unruly fans in the midst of Atlanta’s loss to New Orleans. The Falcons are struggling, Vick’s not getting time in the pocket, when he does his throws are off or his receivers are dropping them (Roddy White’s on the 10 might be one of the worst in NFL history)…the only thing that’s working are his legs.
The question is not “Why did he freak out?” it’s “Why did it take so long?” The guy is a competitor. I’m glad his fine was only $5,000.
I know it’s not how you conduct yourself. I wasn’t particularly proud when I slammed a clipboard in a playoff softball game or slammed a wall during a basketball game. But competitive people hold themselves to the highest standard: win or bust.
Vick is not a monster for that. I’m sure the next time he’s on the verge of a meltdown, this slipup will restrain him (after being lectured by the ex and one of my best friends I toned it down a notch…sometimes).
Put it this way: I’d rather see Vick’s intensity in an athlete (inappropriate gesture included) than the half-hearted tackle attempt by Plaxico in the fourth quarter on Sunday.
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