As a Tennessee Titans fan, I was distraught over the news that Steve McNair had been murdered this weekend. He was the face of the franchise for many, many years, a face that always seemed to be smiling. He spent a lot of time doing charity work. He was a beast of a football player, playing through many, many injuries -- the newspaper in Nashville once ran a photo of McNair with lines pointing to each of his body parts that had been injured or operated upon, and it looked like an Operation game.
As it turns out, his death was likely the result of a murder-suicide in which his 20-year-old girlfriend was the one doing the shooting. That bit was tough for me to swallow. McNair seemed like such the family man with his wife of 12 years and his four kids.
I guess it's a good time to remember that we're all human, and we all make mistakes. But seriously, Universe, I've had enough of both the dudes-cheating-on-their-wives scandals and celebrity deaths lately. How about some puppies and rainbows for a change?