Look, as a guy, I understand the appeal of a chesty 20 year old in a sun dress. Don't have to sell me hard on that. But McNair obviously was yet another athlete fraud. Another Steve Garvey who talked a good game but who just couldn't keep it in his pants.
So he ends up dead on the floor of a Nashville condo because he wasn't happy being a 36 year old guy with 4 kids and a wife. He needed to still be Alcorn State superstar Steve McNair, banging a hot 20 year old while clubbing and doing drugs with the young lady (I enjoyed her comment to police after her DUI arrest, "I am not drunk, I am just high.")
Certainly Mrs. McNair cannot claim any great surprise. I mean, hubby is out all night on a Thursday night when you have 4 kids at home? Read Mickey Mantle's biography. He basically had a whole other wife. His real wife (Meryl?) knew and just took it.
Messed up, messed up, messed up.
One final note -- when you shoot yourself in the head, I would think it is unlikely that the gun ends up underneath your body. That is the one thing that makes me believe that we may have a more interesting story coming here.
To all my friends: if I ever become famous and end up dead on my 20 year old mistress's floor and the media comes to ask you what kind of a guy I am -- it is OK not to say I was a great guy.
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HM, you lose all credibility when you link to a Jay Mariotti story.
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