I go on psychotic rants about random shit on a regular basis. A lot of times these rants revolve around selfish people who think that they are way more important than they actually are. Naturally I decided to post these rants in a blog for everyone to see because I think that I am way more important than I actually am. Expect low brow commentary on any and everything with a liberal use of the word douchebag. And lots of commas. Lots and lots of commas.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Oh ESPN...

You sure do know how to beat a dead hor..., er, quarterback.

I didn't touch the Steve McNair murder here for a few reasons. Primarily, I felt like while it was a shame he died, it was a 100% preventable incident. McNair put himself into a potentially volatile situation when he decided to cheat on his wife with 20 year old Sahel Kazemi. (And an unremarkable 20 year old at that.) So if he wasn't cheating on his wife, he wouldn't have been breaking up with that fug chick, and he would still be alive today living the life of a man who came, literally, one yard short of a Super Bowl Championship. Frankly I'm not sure which legacy I'd regret more: that or being shot in the face by my mistress.

Women are nuts to begin with, let alone a 20 year old Iranian who thinks that a millionaire NFL quarterback is going to leave his family for her. Whoa. Break up with her and that's a whole lot of crazy to deal with. You know, the kind of crazy that makes a person shoot you four times while you sleep on the couch.

But whatever, it would seem that perhaps his wife was aware of the fact that he was sleeping around because he didn't really make any attempt to hide it. So if that's the relationship he had with his wife, one of the open variety that is, then I guess it might not be his fault for putting himself in that situation. If your wife approves of it, maybe that makes it less wrong? Ugh, I won't be thinking too much about that.

But now here we are today and ESPN has found a way to drag the story on for another news cycle. They, by running this story, managed to, intentionally or not, imply that perhaps McNair was somehow at fault when he got SHOT IN THE FUCKING HEAD. The AP story that they reported on said:

Authorities say former NFL star Steve McNair had a blood-alcohol level twice Tennessee's legal limit for driving when his girlfriend shot him to death.
and

Police say McNair was likely asleep when he was shot twice in the head and twice in the chest.
Are you fucking kidding me? What a useless piece of information. One: He was not driving so who gives a flying fuck what his blood alcohol content was? And two: It's not like he was smacking her around while in a drunken rage and then she shot him. The dude was taking a nap after having a few pops. So the fuck what. You know who else had a blood alcohol content twice the legal limit last night? Me. You know why? Because I had a few glasses of wine with dinner. Thank god my girlfriend was not aware of this new precedent that says you can shoot your fucking boyfriend in the face after he has had a few drinks.

It's so unfortunate that this piece of the story had to even be reported. While it was just an arbitrary finding during an autopsy, the headlines read "McNair had alcohol in system." The implication of course is that he was somehow at fault when his girlfriend shot him in the face. I will repeat, the implication is that he was somehow at fault when his girlfriend SHOT HIM IN THE FUCKING FACE. They also mention that his girlfriend had traces of marijuana in her system. Come on. There has been no indication that this was some kind of booze and drug fueled battle that ended with gunshots. It was one crazy bitch who shot her boyfriend while he was asleep on the damn couch.

Now, I'm not a huge Steve McNair fan. Sure he was a good quarterback but whatever, I'm indifferent. He still deserves at least a little dignity in death and I wish ESPN and the Associated Press could have found it in themselves to just STFU about the autopsy findings.

But seriously, for this...?




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