He had the jaunty bounce of a cocksure convict. He reeked of smugness. Anyone else see defiance in his eyes? He wore a repellant smirk that did nothing but anger anyone who watched him saunter up those courtroom steps. Where’s the remorse? Even if you didn’t kill the dogs, how about some remorse for those who did?

He plead not guilty. So much for those thoughts of a plea bargain. The trial is set for Nov. 26. A career is tarnished. Those romantic runs against Pittsburgh and FSU in college? Forgotten. That game-winning gallop against the Vikings? Won’t matter.

This is your legacy, Mike.

Vick can’t even speak for himself (AJC)