And with one last whimper the curtains close on this enjoyable little drama. Which is sad really. The ideal ending would have involved a jury trial and zombified Johnnie Cochran. (Think Weekend at Bernie's II. Actually no, I apologize...nobody should ever be asked to remember Weekend at Bernie's II.)
But in the end we're all slightly richer for this story. Michael Vick will always be known as Ron Mexico and Sonya Elliott will always have herpes.
And while we're on the subject, when exactly does the Michael Vick meltdown clock begin? His coaches can't design a decent offense for him. His receivers are more likley to catch herpes from Vick than they are one of his passes (excuse the obvious joke). His brother is busy brandishing guns at the Golden Arches and getting kicked off the Tech football team. At some point the combination of impossibly high expectations and unavoidable failure will catch up with Vick resulting in one of two results. One, Vick will get traded (we're still another four or five years from this happening). Or two, Coach Mora the Younger gets his pink slip from the president and #1 member of the Michael Vick fan club, Arthur Blank.
The whole Starbury-like tirade from the other week was just a precursor. By the end of next season Michael Vick will get his coach fired.