First, I just have to say, holy cow. What you did at the Meadowlands on Sunday afternoon was absolutely incredible. I'll admit that I gave you no chance when the Giants opened up a 90-point lead and Justin Tuck was literally gobbling you up on every other play. I stopped watching the game, only to find out later on the radio what you and your teammates did. I then watched your highlights for hours on end, with each play more impressive than the one before it.
So, I say this to you, Mike: Please get your team to the Super Bowl.
As a football fan, nothing may be more exciting.
Every single time you take a snap, anything could happen. You've become a better quarterback than you ever were before you went to prison. You read defenses better than you ever did, and your decision-making is unbelievable. That escape move you pulled on poor Jason Pierre-Paul was probably the best thing I've seen all year. Nothing's more exciting than watching you turn on the jets, like you did on that 33-yard scamper. Seeing you calmly stand in the pocket and pick apart defenses is less flashy, but we're seeing now that it makes you a winner.
It was all surreal, but I want more.
With a 10-4 record, you're in the driver's seat for a playoff spot and maybe even a bye. Please, please, please get your Eagles to the Super Bowl.
I'm trying to picture yesterday's events, only moved to the biggest stage in all of sports in the biggest town in front of the biggest crowd. I want to watch you in the Super Bowl. I want to see you turn, roll to your left and explode for 40 yards up the sideline at Cowboys Stadium (and unlike two weeks ago, you will definitely not be playing the Cowboys). I want to see you walk out of the tunnel (or I guess it's a bar there in Big D), looking like the superhuman character you are. I want to see the bright lights flashing off that tinted visor. I want to see you do some things that nobody's ever seen happen.
It also wouldn't be bad for your personal story. Frankly, I'm impressed with how well you've handled yourself since getting released from prison. I've seen too many athletes never change their ways, no matter the consequences. It's been refreshing to hear you speak so openly about the gruesome acts for which you were responsible. And while you can never take back what you did, you've at least shown a desire to be a different man. Whether you're 100 percent sincere or not, I can never know, but at least you're trying.
But really, this isn't about a personal saga or any of that. It's about watching you make plays. It's something I'd love to see on Feb. 6, 2011.
You can do it, Mike Vick. Just get your Eagles to the Super Bowl.
(Oh, and if you go through Atlanta to get there in what would be the most-hyped playoff game in recent memory, I'd probably tune in for that, too.)
