The fun continues

What is this, Dumb Jock Month?

First O.J. Simpson, pulls an armed robbery in Vegas, and a clownish one at that. This wasn’t “Ocean’s Eleven” with a smooth, wise-cracking George Clooney. It was more like “Earnest Goes Souvenir Shopping.”

The Juice, of course, doesn’t seem to realize how lucky he is to not be doing life for murder. Now he’s facing a whole bunch of years for a stupid stickup.

Then boxer Mike Tyson finds another way to screw up his life, namely drug possession and a DUI. He’s looking at more than four years inside for this one — almost as much time as he served for rape in the ’90s.

Now Michael Vick is slapped with tighter probation … for testing positive for marijuana.

Don’t these morons ever learn to leave well enough alone? I guess not.

One more blunder, and Vick will spend the next few months in jail — waiting to find out how many years he will spend in prison.

Maybe he considers it to be like summer training camp in the NFL — getting ready for the real thing.

As a result of his latest stunt, Vick has to wear one of those ankle bracelets that irritated former astronaut Lisa Nowak so much. He also has to remain home between 10 p.m. and 6 a.m., which pretty much rules out the party circuit.

Most seriously of all, he has just cheesed off the very judge who will sentence him later on for up to five years for that little dogfighting thing. Not smart, Michael.

I will give him one thing: The state charges that were filed against him this week look like piling on.

He has pleaded guilty to the crime in the federal system. He is supposed to tell investigators all he knows. How can he do that if he fears his confession will fuel the new round of state charges?

Two words: double jeopardy.

But don’t worry about any of these jerks. They had it all, and they threw it away.

It’s just amazing to watch them keep digging the hole deeper.