It was a no good, bad, very terrible day for Mike Vick. Until it wasn’t.
Then it became memorable.
How different the narrative could have been. If the Steelers don’t march down the field and win the game on their final drive, we’re sitting here debating if Landry Jones should be the starter or if the government has a functional “donate your MCL” program to Ben Roethlisberger.
Thankfully, we’re not. And it’s a credit to Vick’s mental toughness. The guts. The short-term memory. The man who had the uh, hypocycloids, to keep fighting after the roughest three quarters you’ll see a quarterback endure.