Into the Ether

Well. Tim flunked out of journalism school today by losing his first person account of the Vick sentencing scene to cyberspace. Surreal days like this will do that to you. After screaming at the computer, he gave up and collapsed into bed. So here's a thousand-words-peek into their day with vague details supplied by spotty cell phone conversations. The full scoop is following - once he and Nicole both get some sleep.

Outside the courthouse. All that's missing is the balloons.


Getting ready to read a statement from BR. It looks like he's feeling that old familiar stomach knot that comes along with talking to the media.

Above - Name Drop Opp: That's Randy Lockwood in the background.

Left - Tim learned that Peta volunteers have absolutely no idea that their organization wants to ban pit bulls. Like, NO idea. This looks like an intervention.

Tim and Nicole then escaped the circus to visit a very special dog (Darn. Can't show those pix).

Below - Then, a quick trip to stare at the soon-to-be-auctioned Vick property just as it was getting dark. There's a ghost story that goes along with this photo. I'll let them tell.


How weird is this? A baptist church is literally a stone's throw across the street from the Vick residence.

We all felt pretty blase about Judge Hudson's sentence today. A bigger disappointment was that Vick never once mentioned the dogs in his statement.

He expressed regrets for disappointing his family and fans, but not a flash of regret for the creatures that brought him into this courtroom in the first place.

Did you notice that too?
Did Jesus?

Check back tomorrow night to see if Tim is inspired to re-blog about his many adventures in Richmond VA today. I hope he is.