Forget the revolution. It's not coming.

Those who think the Michael Vick supernova that has burst onto this NFL season will spawn a new breed of Vick-clones, should think again.

We're seeing a once-in-a-generation prototype here. There will be no revolution, because there won't be another Mike Vick for a long time. Oh yeah, there have been guys who are like Vick, but not exactly. And there's the rub.

The name that comes to mind is Michael Bishop from K-State. He was almost every bit as slippery as Vick and with a pretty big gun. But whatever he was, it was "not exactly." Bishop got drafted in the 7th round by the Patriots, hung on for a couple of seasons and then dropped of the NFL radar screen.

A Google search found him after a trade from the CFL's Calgary Stampeders sent Bishop to the Toronto Agronauts back in March of 2002. Since then, we have no idea.

Some say Antwaan Randle-El with the Steelers could be doing the same thing as Vick if someone gave him the chance. I don't know. Charlie Ward looked unbelievable himself at Florida State once upon a time. Allen Iverson was reportedly a better QB in high school than point guard. And Ronald Curry of North Carolina was supposed to be the next great thing.

You know the deal on Ward and Iverson. Curry is returning kicks part-time for the Oakland Raiders.

All of this, doesn't for a second say that Vick is going to be a great player in the long run. Or a Super Bowl winner. Or Hall of Famer. Only time, luck and circumstance will author those chapters. Maybe he will, maybe he won't. But know this: Mike Vick is a sports phenom that we only get to enjoy once or twice a decade, so let's soak it in.

The irony of last Sunday's Vick Show, was that it totally overshadowed a guy we used to get pretty exited about. Kordell Stewart was winning another game for the Steelers, with a rather slick, nifty, catch-me-if-you-can 28 yard scamper for a touchdown. Did it get much conversation? Hardly. Vick was running for and throwing for an eerily exact 173 yards each, including the "walk-off" 46 yard hyperspace scramble that didn't stop until he and his Falcon teammates reached the end of the Metrodome tunnel.