On an interesting note he got his college start at my Alma-mater UMaine. Belcher was much younger than me, so he wasn’t a player when I was there, but I’ll note that while I was wandering around on the Football field with a Tuba on my shoulder, the football team was warming up around us. I remember the first time the team hit the field while I was there. These guys are HUGE! I’m not a tiny guy myself, and I’ll note that the Tuba is not an instrument for those small in stature, and the smallest guy on the team dwarfed us. They don’t look that big from the bleachers.
Frankly the gun is really irrelevant when talking about football players. These guys are of a stock where they can kill with nothing more than their bare hands. Still this story has legs because of the gun.
Not because it was a monster of a man with some emotional issues. Not because people who’ve had multiple concussions often have rage issues. Not because steroid use is rampant in the NFL and those drugs often make their abusers dangerous. Not because this guy apparently had problems with the booze and the pills.
Nope, its just the guns, nothing else it relevant.