Ron ‘Ookie’ Mexico Is An (Alleged) Sick Fuck

Posted on July 19, 2007 by Varg

Atlanta Falcons quarterback Ron ‘Ookie’ Mexico’s endorsements are dropping like flies as sick details of his dog fighting operations are beginning to emerge.

From the Atlanta Journal-Constitution:

Eight of the animals didn’t make the cut, and were executed by Vick and two co-defendants by “hanging, drowning and slamming at least one dog’s body to the ground,” authorities allege.

And:

In March 2003, Vick and others sponsored a 35-pound female pit bull in a fight that had a $26,000 purse. After the fight, Purnell Peace, one of the others indicted, consulted with Vick about the losing dog and Peace then “executed the losing dog by wetting the dog down with water and electrocuting the animal,” the indictment states.

If the allegations are true, I can’t see how the NFL wouldn’t suspend Mexico for a lengthy period of time.

Mexico has denied knowledge of the dog-fighting activities at the time, but acknowledged:

I’m never there. I’m never at the house. I left the house with my family members and my cousin. They just haven’t been doing the right thing. The issue will get resolved. It’s unfortunate I have to take the heat behind it. If I’m not there, I don’t know what’s going on. It’s a call for me to really tighten down on who I’m trying to take care of. When it all boils down, people will try to take advantage of you and leave you out to dry. Lesson learned for me.

Either way, that team looks to be in turmoil. So we will be competing with Chucky’s last stand in Tampa Bay and the perennial question mark Carolina Panthers this season.

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