DATELINE: Who Goes There?
It has taken only a scant 48 hours for the Aaron Hernandez memorabilia business to start booming.
Dirt has come tumbling out of his life in the hours after his death. He purportedly waxed the floor of his cell with soap in order to make sure he would slip and break his neck whether the hanging worked or not.
His body will be buried without a brain, which seems fitting, as his lawyers want Boston University to study this organ for concussion damage.
Chico, as he was called and not in deference to the Marx Brothers comedy team, was said to have written John 3:16 in blood on the wall, but in red ink on his own forehead. He had to print small because there’s very little space between his hairline and his eyebrows, sort of like early Neanderthal.
Some say he left three suicide notes, though the earliest report said there were no suicide notes. The notes have been left to his wife, his daughter, and according to the most reliable sources (the Daily Mail), his gay prison lover (who remains unidentified so far). Anyone reading these blogs for the past few years know that we have the world scooped on that one.
There is a fight brewing over his NFL pension, which is considerable and should go to his daughter, but he may not have left a will and, of course, never married Shayanna.
Since Chico’s death, Tom Brady has gone into seclusion, not even venturing out for the White House party with Mr. Trump.
You can certainly expect more dirty laundry to be aired before Hernandez is fittingly put into the ground.