It turns out that Michael Vick's agent was completely out to lunch, because Nike has denied signing any deals with him. So it appears our dog kind of jumped the gun a bit when he excoriated them for doing so a few days ago.
Of course, there's also the conspiracy theory that Nike had given him a contract, but once they saw the vitriolic reaction (from everyone, not just this blog, obviously) they took it back. But I doubt it -- I think that Vick is looking for anyway to keep talking about him that doesn't involve the phrase "dog murderer" or "third-string quarterback," and his agent pulled a story directly from his ass. Nice try.
Friday, October 02, 2009
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