It’s been pretty well established by now that Aaron Hernandez was a complete maniac who felt that he was above the law and more or less completely untouchable (allegedly). Today, as Hernandez was charged with two more counts of first-degree murder, we came away with a few more (alleged) details giving us a peak into the demented mind of our once-beloved star tight end.
For those who didn’t get a chance to watch the arraignment, the tale asserted by the prosecution sound more like the script of a great gangster movie than the true happenings of a multi-million dollar star athlete just nine days before the start of the Patriots 2012 training camp.
In summation, Hernandez apparently hid a gun in the engine block of a rented 2006 Toyota 4Runner before leaving Connecticut and heading to a Boston nightclub. It was said that Hernandez was growing increasingly sensitive about what he perceived as people “testing” and disrespecting him intentionally when he went out on the town (that explains the whole handgun in the engine block thing).
At the club, Hernandez was allegedly bumped into by one of the victims, in turn spilling some of his drink. Angered, Hernandez turned and stared at the man, who smiled at him without saying a word. There was no confrontation beyond this between the two. Sounds pretty serious and disrespectful to me. That guy must have been testing him.
Hernandez returned to the VIP section with his friend, were he described the scene of the testing and deliberate disrespect. Shortly after this Hernandez and his pal were seen leaving the club, but not before AH guzzled down a couple of mixed drinks. It’s a long ride back to Connecticut, you can’t really blame the guy. These refreshing beverages apparently did little to chill the temper of our tight end, and once outside, Hernandez was distraught and his friend was seen attempting to calm him. Eventually they moved away from the club and headed into another, where things get a bit foggy.
Hernandez claimed to see the guys who had disrespected him at the other club walking in. Clearly they were following him. Prodding him. Testing him. Problem is, those guys were never actually at the next club. They never left the first place. Whoops! Hey, everyone makes mistakes when their drinking. What are you gonna do?
After about fifteen minutes at the second club Hernandez and his friend were seen heading back to the parking garage to hop back in the car and start the drive back home. But not so fast. Turns out the same group of guys who’d been testing AH all night had also parked in that garage. Clearly they had this disrespectful showdown planned from the get-go. Still upset, Hernandez and his friend left the garage and drove around the block a few times, waiting for their future victims. They waited and waited, and eventually, after hanging around the garage for a while, finally spotted the testers. “There they go,” said Hernandez (allegedly).
They followed the victims car, blowing a red light in the process to catch up to them. All the while, it seems the victims had absolutely no idea they were in any sort of conflict or argument or future drive-by shooting at all. Stopped at a light, the victims car was approached on the passengers side by Hernandez’s SUV, at which point Hernandez hung out the window, shouting, “Yo, what’s up now (racial slur)!?”
Here, Ah opened fire, emptying all of his rounds into the car and continuing to pull the trigger even after the gun was empty. After the shooting, on the ride back, Hernandez was said to have stated “I think I got one in the head and one in the chest.”
The next day Hernandez awoke, seemingly like a sweet little Catholic child on Christmas morning, ready to watch the news and peruse the internet for the details of his murderous shootout to roll in. How exciting!
Filled in with all he needed to know, he dumped his rental SUV at a cousins house in CT, never to drive it again. The rental company contacted him a few times for cleanings and tune-ups, but he ignored them, at one point offering to just by the car. I mean, the guy obviously used your car to execute a couple guys. Quit bugging him. He doesn’t want your complimentary oil change. Be professionals for once.
So, in summation, I rooted for an absolute psychopath for a few seasons. Turns out one of my favorite players…
…was actually a paranoid murderous lunatic…
Learn something new everyday I guess.
Staring into the embers. A perfect metaphor of today, the Sunday after my 48 hour graduation party of a weekend. Thank you to everyone who was a part of it all.