Vick is sacked -- for good

The game is over for Michael Vick, and I ain’t talking about football.

Vick’s two remaining co-defendants have scheduled hearings this week to enter plea agreements.

In plain English, that means that these two, uh, gentlemen also have blindsided the Falcons QB.

They are about to plead guilty and start singing like canaries. The other co-defendant copped a plea before the ink was dry on the indictment.

This leaves little ol’ No. 7 standing out there all by himself, still pretending that the charges about an interstate dog fighting ring are a big misunderstanding.

Unless you believe in the Tooth Fairy, or think that Barry Bonds didn’t take steroids, you have to know what this means.

Michael Vick is going to prison.

His chances of beating this rap have just gone from slim to almost none.

Even if he keeps fighting -- and spending money on lawyers -- he will go to trial with ALL THREE of his co-defendants taking the stand to say, yes, everything the prosecutor says is true.

Unless Vick can get a jury made up of his relatives or teammates, he’s done.

In fact, he is so done that his only recourse is to plead guilty too.

If he’s lucky, he’ll get a year or 18 months. And he might play football again in the NFL.

If he wants to roll the dice and hope for acquittal, he’s dreaming.

He faces up to six years right now — and this is the federal system, with no parole. Oh, did I mention that state charges could follow?

It’s time to punt, Michael.

Look on the bright side: You have just made yourself a lot more marketable for the third version of that prison-football flick “The Longest Yard.”