Okay, here’s the requisite Steve McNair update, as if you haven’t already gotten the details 800 times while watching SportsCenter on loop.
The woman found dead with McNair was Sahel Kazemi, a 20-year-old waitress who had been arrested for DUI (with McNair in the car) two days earlier. McNair’s body was riddled with bullets; she suffered a single gunshot to the head, and police found a pistol nearby. Police are not looking for any suspects, and conventional wisdom suggests it was murder-suicide. The two are pictured here in a photo that TMZ claims was taken about three months ago.
None of this is cheerful news, of course, but it’s not like there were going to be new details that would make anyone less dead. Our best wishes go to the McNairs, the Titans organization, and the NFL family — except Roger Goodell. That guy’s a dick.
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SI: Standard news story Tennessean: Full report with an interview of Kazemi’s ex-boyfriend TMZ: Photos of McNair and Kazemi
Holy crap: Steve McNair was found dead in Nashville, shot in the head and one of the victims of an apparent double homicide. We say “apparent,” but let’s be honest: this is a widespread conspiracy that shall henceforth be known as the Summer of Celebrity Death.
McNair was drafted third overall by the then-Houston Oilers out of Alcorn State and guided the Titans to their first and only Super Bowl appearance. He was a four-time Pro Bowler, the NFL co-MVP in 2003, one of the toughest quarterbacks in memory, and — perhaps most impressively — the first Ravens quarterback to not totally suck.
Rest in peace, Air McNair. Had you not already retired, we’re sure you could play through this one, too.
Well, KSK’s vacation week is finally at an end. We couldn’t let you go for the holiday without giving you a little something sexy to send you on your way. And I have a special announcement for those that give a crap. Starting on Monday, I’ll now be posting over at Deadspin on a daily basis. Joy of joys. Have a good 4th, everyone. Drive safely.
Trent Green Learns From The Master: Well, we couldn’t let this go unnoticed during our week off. “You may have heard I recently decided to retire.” I did? Didn’t Travis Johnson retire you two years ago, champ? “If you’re going to St. Louis for the MLB All-Star Game you have to take the time to go to Ted Drewe’s Frozen Custard. You won’t be disappointed.” If it’s anything near the quality of South End Buttery’s espresso, I think we ‘re all in for a real treat.
KSK Turns Three. Remains Spiritually Two. It’s our 3rd birthday today. I have nothing really to add to that, other that we’re grateful to you, Mr. Reader, for sticking around our parts for so long. It’s KSK Dark Week this week, meaning we’ll be taking the week off to recharge. But fear not. We’ll be back next week, and I WILL do the Klassic King breakdowns, as promised. Plus more mailbagging, Ocho and Marvin, the fantasy team name guide, and more. In the meantime, we’ll post if anything big comes up, and consider this your week-long open thread. SEXUAL CHOCOLATE!
I’m the most sensitive person in the world to people hating on my team, but I can’t resist this deranged video comparing the Steelers unfavorably to the New York Yanks football team. If you say you haven’t heard of the Yanks, you’ve clearly been sleeping, because according to this video, they practice on a tropical atoll and have won 12 Super Bowls compared to the Steelers’ paltry three. Not only that, but the Yanks have a much more macho dead celebrity trainer and a thugged out Ben Franklin on their logo. Hate to say it, but: advantage Yanks.
Tip of the hat to PSAMP for digging up this honey mustard sauce-dipped nugget of concentrated insanity.
D.C. SOCCER MOMS GET INURED TO SEEDY SUBCULTURE OF ONLINE SPORTS-RELATED DICK JOKERY! Drew and I are included in a feature titled “*&#S@% Dan Snyder!” (I believe the word being censored is “Harpoonfu¢k”) in the latest issue of Washingtonian. If you look closely, you can see two Metro trains colliding somewhere in the masthead. Drew kind of dominates the piece, as Drew is given to doing, while I get a few paragraphs recounting that old blog fable about being the guy who got fired by some failing newspaper (another chance for professional old biddy Deborah Howell to call me a sexist, racist, ageist, baby-eating computer Nazi). Buy it for the blog condescension, keep it for the recommendations on the five best bikram yoga places in the Palisades (the answer may surprise you).
What Chad said. Except, you know, without the terrorist attacks and national emergency and march to war. Rest in peace, King of Pop.
After the jump, Jackson’s Super Bowl halftime performance.
(Full disclosure: Ochocinco later recanted. I guess some people are still a little touchy about 9/11. But whatever, imagine if Bettie Page and Elvis died on the same day. As sad as the attack on Pearl Harbor, right? Hello?)
Trent Green Learns From The Master: Well, we couldn’t let 
KSK Turns Three. Remains Spiritually Two. It’s our 3rd birthday today. I have nothing really to add to that, other that we’re grateful to you, Mr. Reader, for sticking around our parts for so long. It’s KSK Dark Week this week, meaning we’ll be taking the week off to recharge. But fear not. We’ll be back next week, and I WILL do the Klassic King breakdowns, as promised. Plus more mailbagging, Ocho and Marvin, the fantasy team name guide, and more. In the meantime, we’ll post if anything big comes up, and consider this your week-long open thread. SEXUAL CHOCOLATE!
