As someone who appreciates almost all forms of athleticism as much as I appreciate the occasional murder mystery, I'm not sure how to feel about this. I should start by offering peace to those now eternal resting and my deepest sympathies to those closest to them. We may not know how any of the chapters played out as of yet, but these are two sad stories that had horrific endings and they should be treated as such. That being said, I can't help wonder how soon is too soon to admit that I'm exponentially more intrigued by the impending investigation surrounding the dead body found in a beer cooler than I am by the mid-season Braves game that it was found prior to. All due respect to the Giants' attempt at regaining some relevance in the NFC East, but how their secondary might shake out in training camp isn't exactly reverberating with me as much as the cadaver found in the basement of their shutdown cornerback. Personally, I blame Netflix for society's Pavlovian-style slobbering at the thought of the next unsolved murder, but if they produced hours of binge-worthy content regarding these two untimely deaths as soon as this weekend I suppose I'd have to take some responsibility for how easily I'd be lured in by a 12-part series (that's 4-5 parts too long) with has an eerily succinct name like 'The Cooler'. Admittedly, it's easier to keep the open eye I have on these stories ignorant seeing as it looks like the only familiar party involved, Janoris Jenkins, was out of town at the time. Still, it concerns me how little I was concerned and how much I was captivated by the merging of multiple interests when one of them is inherently tragic. Sidenote: Aside from having a circumstantial disconnect with reality for entertainment purposes, I do have a question that should display exactly how many hours of mindless television I've watched over the years. As a firm believer in justice, isn't allowing tens of thousands of people to unknowingly stomp all over a potential crime scene a violation of it? I'm sure there's a CSI: Wherever episode in which someone gets their can kicked in a stadium of some sort, and I'd be willing be bet that Horatio Caine wasn't trying to conduct serious business around panicky, underpaid employees that were trying to find a less contaminated container out of which to serve overpriced booze. Just strikes me as somewhat odd that a little rain can force a reschedule and an super suspicious death on premises can't. I can't be alone in that.
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