I don't think I have said that I hold Mr Vick in low regard. His caving in to the animal lovers, most of whom eat animal flesh anyway, in order to rehabilitate himself, is a bit pathetic. He might have defended dog fighting after engaging in it all that time and would presumably be still at it had he not been caught. I used to know a couple of dog-fighting afficionados. It is a traditional barbaric sport and NFL is nothing if not barbaric. Even the NFL commentators look and sound frightening. Apart from nursie of course who does the injury compassion **** and can read a teleprompter reasonably well.
I gather Mr Vick was carried off after two ferocious tackles, and not one, and that his replacement was cheered onto the field. I know what to make of such things.
And I must admit to preferring Petula Clark to death lyrics.
I am not in the least unhappy with how people make their picks. As far as I am concerned beating the bookies is the only game worth playing. Beating each other is not my idea of joyous co-operation.
I do know that the leaders in the standings are unlikely to be caught. In the spread game anything might happen. It's democratic.