Goodell is spelled S-A-N-C-T-I-M-O-N-I-U-S

Well, Mike "Ron Mexico" Vick has finally served his entire sentence and is ready to rejoin society.

When he can rejoin football is another story that will be written by the defender of morality, virtue and chastity for all, Cotton Mather Goodell. Apparently Cotton feels that after 2 years in the clink, Vick still has to do some PR work with PETA and the Humane Society before his NFL suspension will be lifted.

Give me a break. What possible purpose dos it serve to have Vick fake false regret to bunch of yuppie activists? Despite your Puritanical leaning Goodell, your league is full of jackass, drug addicts, PED users, gamblers and other various criminals. You should be glad Vick didn't get drunk and kill innocent bystanders like Leonard Little or Dante Stallworth.

Now I don't excuse Vick, I'm just not a hypocrite. Vick viciously killed animals for sport, we do it for food. What, do you think all those veal calves are chained to the ground and smothered with love until they transform into veal like some culinary diamond? Hell no, those poor creatures literally die of sadness. According to the USDA, the sad is what makes them tender.* Foie gras is made by forcing a goose to eat until its liver explodes in his body. Very compassionate.

Look, Vick is an A-hole, he got caught, he went to the pokey and lost all his money. We can call it even now right?

In a related note, when Vick gets reinstated I have two destinations for him.

The first is Minnesota. Screw Favre. Go with exciting and upside. Vick and Peterson would be an awesome running combo and Vick should still be able to throw some bombs in the dome. It would even be economically beneficial, you can get Vick on the cheap given his baggage.

Second, the Miami Dolphins. I've seen Chad Pennington, Chad Henne and Pat White and if they're your starting QB's you've got trouble. Might as well take a flyer on Vick and hope Parcells can keep him in line. The real reason though is the TV possibilities of Vick in South Beach. Here's the setup, you get Vick, brother Marcus (the Vick brothers have the greatest potential for highjinks since the Canseco Brothers invaded Miami and possibly Madonna all those years ago) and some of Vick's posse from Virginia paired up with a camera crew. Then, every Friday you pay Vick his game check in cash and send him off to Miami's red light district chauffeured by Pacman Jones. You could measure the amount of time it takes to call the cops with a stopwatch. It would be the perfect combination of Hard Knocks, Cops, Cribs and Playmakers.

Must see TV.

*may not be an actual fact.