Since I dissed MJ (the child toucher…) I can’t let this one go either. It wouldn’t be socially responsible for me to do so.
While I am a fan of Steve McNair (much to the dismay of certain associates of mine), the circumstances of his death could have been easily avoided. He could have died of diabetes like many Black people in our society. He could have died from heart disease like many older football players because of rampant steroid use during their career. However, I don’t think that would be likely considering the fact that he was always injured and his career was shortened. Usually people on the juice tend to get better as they age and win championships (sans A-Rod.)
But, back to the topic at hand. The circumstances of his death could have been avoided like the plague. All he had to do was stay faithful to his wife. Yeah, I know, another one of life’s tradgedies that can be solved just by being a decent person. Anyone with a 4th grade education (not recieved in the states of Kansas or Mississippi) knew what went down as soon as the news was leaked that Air McNair was found dead with some twenty year old. Yet, the news stations (when they aren’t busy covering the death of Michael and neglecting the death of Billy Mays) and team of investigators assigned to the case have taken nearly a week to come up with what happened. In five seconds, I not only knew what happened, but made a dramatization of said events using puppets in my head. This is the scene.
Place: Newly purchased condo by Steve McNair and random bummy member of his entourage from college (who still hangs with him because he has money and is basically a man groupie whose only purpose in the purchase of the condo is so that he can lie to his wife and sleep around with random skeezers…but hey, I’m not hating)
Time: Night time. Negroes love the night time.
Kazemi (skeezer chick): Why don’t you leave your wife. We can be together. WE can get married! I love you Steve.
Air McNair: Uhhh, how many times I got to tell you baby, marriage ain’t nothin but a sheet of paper.
Kazemi: Then you should tell your wife you love me!
Air McNair: Nah. That’s alright. Look, I love you. I told you this. Come on, let’s f*ck. I’ll pay for another semester of community college for you.
Kazemi: No! If I can’t have you, then she can’t either.
Air McNair: Don’t be like that baby. I mean, that’s my wife.
Kazemi: F*CK YOU N*GGA!
Air McNair: Look you crazy b*tch…she’s the mother of my children. I’m just f*ckin’ you…
Kazemi: Is that it? Huh? You just think I’m one of these hoes! I ain’t no ho Steve! I got dreams and aspirations n*gga. I’m going to own my own hair salon and serve breakfast food there! (I might have gotten this from BAPS…)
Air McNair: I’m outta here.
-BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM!!!-
Kazemi stands over McNairs body crying.
Kazemi: We could have been together. I loved you Steve. Now, we gonna be together the hard way.
Gun to the dome…BLAM!
Kazemi falls over.
Roughly an hour or so later, random man groupie shows up hollering about people being shot. Waits thirty minutes before calling the cops like an idiot.