I Know I Shouldn't But I Feel Bad For Aaron Hernandez This Morning. I Can't Help It.

Aaron Hernandez was a no good, very bad guy. He was a piece of shit who murdered friends and people who spilled drinks on him at bars. So why did my stomach tie itself in knots this morning when I read that he’d committed suicide in his jail cell?

That was my initial reaction to Hernandez hanging himself with a bed sheet: sadness. It shocked me, but that’s what it was. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not defending Aaron Hernandez or waxing poetic about his time in a Patriots uniform or anything of the like, but objectively speaking this is an incredibly desolate tragedy. To go from a team in the Super Bowl and being part of the most terrifying tight end duo in NFL history to a guy taking his last breath dangling from a cell window is fucking sad. To go from a guy who had cockiness and swagger abound, much of it was still on display during his first trial, to a man who can no longer stand being alive is fucking sad. Blowing your daughter a kiss from court then jamming shit in a cell door one week later so people can’t try and save your life while you take it is outrageously fucking sad.

All this is not to say Aaron Hernandez is a good guy, he’s quite the opposite. But they say the saddest thing in life is wasted talent and that’s exactly what this is. It’s wasted talent mixed with a spattering of drug addiction and an adorable little girl who doesn’t have a father anymore. The world is a better place without Aaron Hernandez but for whatever reason, this struck me as a depressing end to an all-time depressing saga.

*insert a ‘Gonna make a great 30 for 30′ comment, which is the new ‘He’s not gonna be a tight end in prison!’ joke.*