(sung to the tune of the Twelve Days of Christmas)

Michael Vick was sentenced today to 23 months in federal pound-me-in-the-ass prison. The earliest Vick can get out with good behavior and time served is June 2009. And it's obvious that Arthur Blank stopped giving a shit about Vick months ago.

"We sincerely hope that Michael will use this time to continue to focus his efforts on making positive changes in his life, and we wish him well in that regard."

That's the same kind of statement I would expect him to say about a player on another team or a cousin he never met. Blank said it about the former face of his franchise. But that's not even the saddest part of the story.

Before the hearing started, Michael Vick's brother, Marcus Vick, sat with his right arm around their mother, comforting her as she buried her head in her hands and wept.

Marcus is now the good son. Wasn't it just last year that Michael was lecturing Marcus about waving his gun around and nailing 15-year olds? And you think your family has problems.

But the bad newz (sorry) doesn't stop there. Let we forget, Michael will face state charges for dogfighting in April. The article implies there is a good possibility that he will plea out of those charges, but you know he's going to get some kind of punishment for them, probably pushing his release date back even further.

It will be interesting to see what Vick does two years from now when he's finally out of jail and the spotlight is again on him, if only for a moment. Will he leave the prison system a better man and use the remnants of his fame to make the world a better place? Or will he knock over a liquor store with a ski mask while also wearing a #7 jersey? Here's a hint: It's probably Marcus that will pick him up from prison.