So, Michael Vick is 44. He’s a grandfather in football years, but a spring chicken in “normal human” years. He’s on TV now, talking ball, and probably yelling at clouds about how kids can’t properly slide.
Next time you google “Michael Vick age,” just remember: he’s old enough to be your cool uncle, but young enough to still shame you in a 40-yard dash. And that’s the beautiful, weird truth. Now, go refill your coffee. You earned it.
