Steve McNair's Love Affair Turns Into Shocking Death

Rather facing the truth, we were quick to utter that Steve McNair wasn’t the type of man who never got into trouble or the type of individual who lived flawlessly, without any hardships.


But the truth of the matter is that none of us are perfect, and McNair wasn’t the man everyone saw, having two different lifestyles, which traumatically led to his shocking death on Saturday.

The masses, legendary players to former teammates described McNair as one of the toughest quarterbacks, able to cope with painful injuries and have anointed his monumental legacy. But we never knew his personal lifestyle away from the game, and sadly learned his customs when the somber news was reveled.

He was a good man and exceptional citizen in the community of Nashville. Aside from the good things, much of McNair’s relationship life was kept private and was baleful. It sadly unveiled tragically that he had a significant other on the side of a lovable affair that turned into a deadly massacre.

Truth is McNair was having an affair with a 20-year old girl, meeting and associating with her at a restaurant where McNair visited regularly. Sahel Kazemi, a waitress at the restaurant and his secret girlfriend, frequently spent ample of time at his downtown condominium and her apartment.

They constantly developed a lovable bond, and flourished into sole mates, dating and vacationing for several months. As details surfaces, it seemed as if McNair had accepted vows with his assumed mistress.

The reason I believe he made commitments is because of an Escalade that was registered to her and McNair after police stopped her and arrested her for driving under the influence and denied taking a breath test. At the time of all this, McNair was in the passenger seat, but wasn’t charged and later fled the scene in a taxi.

Bailing her out of jail, should have presented signs of trouble. After all, she was a young girl and was a problem-child. From there, it led to further distress, a tragic death that was so shocking, many denied his death and refused to believe the truth.

Well, the truth is McNair was found dead inside the condominium, suffering four gunshot wounds, including twice in the head, and his girlfriend was found dead resting near a pistol on the living room floor with one gunshot wound near the head.

The major shock of the entire football family was classified as a homicide by the metro Nashville police department.


Suddenly, a good citizen was lost all because of an affair that none of us never expected from a family man and a virtuous legend that we all had tremendous respect for and admired on Sundays. All there’s left are the great memories he’ll leave behind and that we as football maniacs will cherish.

You were accustomed to his touchdown gestures, his work ethic, his charisma and his agenda to win. You feasted on his dynamics, such as his singular pocket passes, his nifty scrambling and his determination to quarterback the Tennessee Titans to its first ever Super Bowl appearance, where unfortunately they came up short in a painful lost to the St. Louis Rams.

One day, McNair was going to be given the privilege to wear a mustard jacket and would have being remembered as one of the greatest legendary quarterbacks at the Hall of Fame.

Indeed, in grievance, there’s more to than just the Hall of Fame, and it certainly wasn’t the only thing worth living. As questions remain to be seen on who murdered McNair, the police department is not classifying Kazemi’s death. Like a gruesome mystery, the police department must probe and put pieces of the missing puzzle together.

What we do know is that some killed him, but whom? Was there a man who was apart of her life? Or could it have being a dispute between McNair and her, which led to a violent scene?

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not accusing her or anyone for that matter, but something is outlandish about this horrific crime scene. This leaves his wife, Mechelle, and four sons in despair, and the entire football world in shock.

People who know McNair are acknowledging that he was a terrific parent. Right now, in Nashville, nothing is terrific. Right now, a tragedy is mind-blowing and somberly senseless. We loss a man on the day America celebrated its birthday, with fireworks brighten the sky.

But in Nashville, it was bullets darken the sky, emasculating spirit in a city where everyone saluted McNair of sporting enthusiasm, not to mention his contagious stamina to erase displeasing troubles and exposed ascendancy. McNair’s firmness and prowess allowed the Titans to defy self-assurance as well as in the city of Nashville.

It’s sad to say it was the death of likable citizen, not only as a NFL player, but a likable man in general.

McNair's Memories Are Contagious, Passionate

I’m disheartened and shocked to hear that America lost a tough-minded and former NFL star in Steve McNair on America’s birthday.

For many seasons, he was the one quarterback admired. A prime example was when he declared citizenship as a Tennessee resident, morphing into everyone’s idol. Known for his toughness, McNair was also known for his unique touchdown gestures that can never be replaced, his singular footwork that can’t be taught, and his competitiveness that was contiguous.

Players all have nothing but good comments to say about McNair, mostly having to do with his toughness on the field. Finding a clone will never replace the original—a general who was passionate and generous, gave everything in his 13 NFL seasons, tossed passes, scrambled, and embodied resiliency.

He engineered the Tennessee Titans' and Baltimore Ravens' offenses, spreading charisma and fortitude. Basically, he was a preacher, transmitting the word of firmness and ambition. If there’s anything to remember, one thing to bear in mind is McNair’s wisdom, resonating fame among a town that had never reached triumph.

When McNair arrived to Nashville in 1999, he became the most perceptible athlete in a town that never had any immunity of felicitating or praising a lucrative and substantial superstar. A town without an authorized domain, he changed it from a disengaging psyche into a cordial environment.

For years while in the league, McNair was the most-beloved athlete, especially in Nashville where he was hollowed and preserved more popularity than Elvis.

In the sport that America embraces so heavily, McNair was treated as the greatest icon, constituting not only a good-natured smile, but a football ritual in the state where raccoons live and music echoes.

In his stint with the Titans, McNair built an unbreakable bond, and was recognized profoundly when he guided them to a new apex, the near-Super Bowl victory over St. Louis.

They were so close. They were inspired. They were prompted.

Courtesy of McNair, memories are mentioned, and descriptions are given of what he represented to the organization with his powerful agenda of vows to generate achievements. Suddenly, it was a town of commitment and renowned models. Even failures quickly emerged into success.

Saturday, the same day our nation celebrated July 4, police found McNair, 36, dead after multiple gunshot wounds, including a fatal shot to the head in a downtown condominium.

Police haven’t caught the suspect involved in his tragic death, but police acknowledged a pistol was detected near the body of a woman, indentified as Sahel Kazemi, who was found dead as well.

In this terrible tragedy, McNair leaves behind wife, Michelle, and four sons, distraught about losing not just a warrior on the field, but a warrior of his family. He was a family man foremost, and secondly a football man, understanding the values of life and the game.

Today, we are devastated, crestfallen, and deeply numb for losing a respectful icon, but more important, a respectful human.

To remember McNair, describe his passionate work ethic and generous thoughtfulness. To remember McNair, in retrospect, his dynamics and ability to carry the forlorn Titans to the Super Bowl XXXIV was painful. But it was also one of the greatest monumental flashbacks, when they unfortunately fell short to the Rams on a compelling 73-yard reception by Isaac Bruce in the heartbreaking disappointment.

There wasn’t much McNair needed to accomplish, deciding to retire from the game where he accomplished things an average athlete will never sustain. For instance, McNair shared a fruitful season and award with Peyton Manning in 2003. They were named NFL’s co-MVPs for lifting their teams to victories.

In his time spent quarterbacking teams, McNair divulged he was productive enough to qualify for the Hall of Fame with tremendous passing yards—good results to regard accomplishments in his tenure, and acceptable for sending him to Canton.

Troubles have hinged McNair a bit, when he was charged with driving under the influence in ’07. Eventually charges were dismissed.

Never had he driven under the influence, but was held liable as a passenger. After all, he had never done wrong.

At least, that is how players and former teammates remember McNair, a three-time Pro Bowler. Former Titans and Ravens teammate Samari Rolle shared sympathy and thoughts, and former teammate Derrick Mason expressed compassion. When the saddening news broke, McNair’s former coach Jeff Fisher was overseas, participating in the first NFL-USO coaches tour to Iraq.

As you can see, we should be deeply saddened. I send my thoughts and prayers to the McNair family, now mourning the death of a good man.

I’ll always remember him as a good man.