Don't be like Mike

Whatever happened to … Michael Vick?

Oh, that’s right. For the second summer in a row, he won’t be taking snaps at the Atlanta Falcons training camp.

Instead, he’s snapping towels in the prison laundry.

Big difference.

Poor Mike. In addition to serving 23 months in the mother of all federal pens in Leavenworth, Kansas, he now has declared bankruptcy.

He owes millions and owns thousands. That is what economists call “a negative cash flow.”

Actually, the outlook isn’t completely gloomy for No. 7. (OK, now he’s No. 532865, but you know what I mean.)

Vick hopes to “rebuild his life on a personal and spiritual level, resurrect his image as a public figure, and resolve matters with the NFL such that he can resume his career,” he wrote in his bankruptcy petition.

Hell, I wouldn’t rule it out. Some team will sign him when he’s sprung, probably the felon-loving Dallas Cowboys. A book/movie deal would bring in a few bucks, not to mention a reality TV show. He’s still young and healthy. If he makes it big again, he’d be the Comeback Player of the Century.

We shall see. But I wonder if when he’s lying in his bunk at night, listening to the chaos and craziness of a prison, he thinks back to that time several years ago when one of his dumb-ass flunkies asked something like,

“Hey, Mike, ya wanna get some dogs an’ fight ’em?”

I’m pretty sure that right about now, Michael Vick is wishing he’d made a different choice.