Untangling Michael Vick from the Dogs
I give you one of my tennis rackets. You go to the tennis courts to
play against another player. You’re playing horribly. At one point
during your match with the other player you totally freak out, smash my
racket. In the process you destroy a chair and a bench, and then you
take the tennis racket and attempt to throw it over the fence.
Unfortunately for you the racket slips out of your hand and it hits the
other player, breaking his nose.
A reporter sees you and gets on her celly and calls the police. The
police arrive about the same time the ambulance does. The other player
is taken to the hospital, but first tells the police that, yes you went
nuts, but didn’t mean to hit him in the nose. The reporter, though,
says you not only went crazy on the property but purposely hit your
playing partner. In the process of questioning you, you tell the police
I gave you the racket: they take down my address. The reporter
overhears all of this.
About 30 minutes later I’m leaving my house to do some grocery
shopping. I’m met outside on the sidewalk by three police cars and five
policemen. They want to question me about you. Why? Something about you
and a tennis racket and a guy with a broken nose.
Three days later on the 6 o’clock local news the reporter is
breathlessly reporting the tennis court incident and demanding that the
police investigate and arrest me.
She says that while investigating a local story about a man - you -
she saw go crazy on a tennis court she found that the tennis racket
belonged to me. She also found that I took the racket to a shop and had
it restrung three times.
She breathlessly tells the television audience that it was actually
the strings that caused your playing partner to have a broken nose and
that I am ultimately responsible for the damage on the tennis court
caused by you because the tennis racket was originally mine.
That is the story of Mary Kay Mallonee of Norfolk’s WAVY TV. But
more importantly, this is the Michael Vick dog fighting story in a