Like every other New England Patriots fan — well, let’s make that NFL fan, why don’t we – I woke up to the news this morning that Aaron Hernandez was dead.
Hanged in his prison cell.
Just like that a former star is gone.
He was just 27.
I knew what was coming next. As I bounced around social media and the World Wide Web this morning, I would find a lot of hatred pointed in his direction.
After all, he blew an opportunity 99 percent of us can only dream about – success, money, adoration – and was found guilty of blowing it all by killing a man.
To be honest, I don’t feel any hatred.
I feel sadness.
Aaron Hernandez was a convicted murderer, yes, and he also killed his golden goose.
But he was also a son, a brother, a father.
As much as people hated him, he was also loved.
So I’m sad to hear this news this morning. For his family. For this whole damn story.
When I moved to Connecticut nearly 10 years ago, Aaron Hernandez was a senior in high school.
I was never a fan. He was a helluva football player, though. The colleges were calling. The NFL scouts was watching. The girls were flocking.
The world was his oyster.
His world was his downfall.
The word I’ve heard a lot today – just heard it on ESPN, in fact – was that Aaron Hernandez wanted to be a gangster more than he wanted to be a football star.
As such, his posse of hangers on weren’t ideal choices and trouble also seemed to follow the talented tight end at many turns.
His father died when he was 16 and things changed, people say.
Instead of going to play football at Connecticut, he opted to go to Florida, a national power.
Warning signals were fired almost immediately.
In 2007, Hernandez was in a restaurant drinking – despite being just 17 – and tried to leave without paying. He threw a punch that landed on a restaurant employee, rupturing the employee’s eardrum.
Later that fall, Hernandez was linked to a shooting of three people in Gainesville.
It was a sign of things to come.
Despite being drafted by the New England Patriots, Hernandez couldn’t escape his darker side.
In 2012 and 13, Hernandez was linked to three more shootings.
One of them – the murder of a man named Odin Lloyd – would begin Hernandez’s downfall.
He would be found guilty and sentenced to live in prison without parole.
Just days ago, he was found not guilty in another shooting.
And now he’s gone.
His story is over, but this story, for now, is just beginning.
People are offering up their opinions – some just flat-out emotional, others with some thought and conviction, others just spouting off at the mouth because they have their own hatred built into their own lives.
Today, the New England Patriots visit the White House to celebrate their latest Super Bowl championship.
A day of joy has been tinged with some mourning, some anger, some hatred.
Well, to me the whole story is just sad.
My thoughts and prayers go out to the Hernandez family today. Same to Lloyd’s family and the families of any other victims would might have been wronged by the poor choices of a man who made some mistakes.
It’s the end of another American tragedy.