I sucked at baseball, I suck at acting and now I'm going to be sucking Michael Vick.

How sad is the world we live in? You know you’re way past your prime in the game of life when you revert to killing your girlfriend’s cat because you’re jealous of it.

That’s right, a prosecutor said Monday that Joseph Petcka, who pitched in the New York Mets’ minor league system in 1992, was a “washed-up, never-made-it-to-the-big-leagues athlete” and a “D-minus” actor.

Don’t take our word for it. That’s what prosecutor Leila Kermani told jurors during her closing argument in Petcka’s aggravated animal cruelty trial.

A pussy killing a pussy. As Charles Barkley would say, that’s just turr-ble.

But wait. Let’s back up a minute. Just why did this has been hurler kill the pet? He complained his girlfriend at the time loved the cat more than she loved him. And well, could you blame her? She’s a Sports Illustrated writer and according to her, he’s a drunk.

Petcka, whose name strikes a very ironic chord, said he was applying self defense after the eight-pound cat, Norman, bit him on the hand. Is that really worth killing it?

Petcka was in a paper towel commercial and had small roles in “Sex and the City” and a few other shows. The only show he’ll be in for a while is “Michael Vick’s Puppet Palace,” in which Petcha will be the former quarterback’s bitch.

Need more proof of that? Check this out:

Here’s how investigators say the incident went down: