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Zach Leibowitz
Sideline Reporter

Zach Leibowitz

A former sideline reporter for ESPN

From Jail Bird to Eagle


He's paid his debt to society and done his time. But I still cringe at the thought of Michael Vick coming back into the league. If I were a Philadelphia Eagles fan, I would be both intrigued and incensed. If I were in the media, I'd be chomping at the bit for all the juicy week to week storylines yet to come. Ok, probably not the best analogy.

On the field, if his skills are still there, Michael Vick could be quite an offensive asset for the Eagles and tremendous insurance should Donovan McNabb go down.

But I think the distractions will far outweigh any production he provides the team. Just think of the slew of questions that will be asked over and over: What happens when McNabb struggles in a game like he did in Baltimore last year? You can be sure there will be those screaming for Andy Reid to bench McNabb and play Vick. How will Vick's signing impact A.J. Feeley and the young Kevin Kolb? Does either player deserve to have Vick's arrival drop them down on the depth charts - maybe off the team?

There comes a point where character shouldn't be just an afterthought. It should matter. It should be ranked at the top of your list, like Brian Westbrook on your fantasy football draft board. These are the intangibles that matter in football. They matter in the locker room and in the community.

I know people deserve second chances, that people make mistakes. But this isn't a normal situation. Michael Vick had the chance most people can only dream about. He had it all. He was the face of an NFL franchise. He had the talent, the money, the fame and the fan base. And he threw it to the dogs. For who? For what? Oh no, not that again.

By Zach Leibowitz  |  August 13, 2009; 11:35 PM ET  | Category:  Atlanta Falcons , Crime , Fans , Michael Vick , NFL , Philadelphia Eagles , Roger Goodell , Zach Leibowitz Save & Share:  Send E-mail   Facebook   Twitter   Digg   Yahoo Buzz   StumbleUpon   Technorati  
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