So evidently Vick is starting. It's unquestionably the right call, not so much because of Vick's performance, but because of Kolb's health. I emphasize with folks who say it's getting hard to watch the game. I actually would still watch boxing if I had a television and cable. I haven't thought much about the morality of that. I don't think that's a coincidence.
At any rate, last Sunday, after the Brooklyn Book Fest, me and the boy stopped in to the local sports bar to catch the Packers and Eagles. Turns out Generalissimo's agents was in the house—a couple of Packers fans who also read the blog. We weren't really rooting for anyone, but Vick had me and my son yelling a few times. I was telling Samori how much of an Eagles fan my Dad was when I was younger, and how he loved to get after me whenever they played the Cowboys. Samori said he'd actually asked my Pops about over the summer (the kid spends significant time in Baltimore during the break) and he said work just started to take up all his time.
I can identify with that. I'm certainly not the kind of sports fan I was when I was a kid. But pro football is a kind of lingua franca that, even with no television, even with the morality issues, I'm not quite ready to give up. Pops called shortly after we got home. I don't think we've talked football in years. But all he had to say was "Man, did you see Michael Vick? He had me hollering" There was a strange joy in that—three generations of black males, in two different cities, screaming about the same thing