Posts Tagged ‘RIP’

Riddled with Bullets in a Murder-Suicide Committed by Your 20-Year-Old Extramarital Girlfriend Who Just Got a DUI: How Not to Have a Cheerful Holiday Weekend

Sunday, July 5th, 2009

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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.

MORE:

SI: Standard news story
Tennessean: Full report with an interview of Kazemi’s ex-boyfriend
TMZ: Photos of McNair and Kazemi

Celebrity Death Doesn’t Get Holidays Off: R.I.P. Steve McNair

Saturday, July 4th, 2009

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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.

Don’t Worry Kids, Gene Upshaw Didn’t Die…

Thursday, August 21st, 2008

…Uncle Rogg just took him to a nice farm upstate. He’s going to be much happier there.

Hey, look! Puppies! Why don’t we take one home with us?

What do you want to call him? Buddy? Wags? Matt Stover? Matt Stover it is!