I thought this case was over.

TRENTON, N.J. -- Retired NBA star Jayson Williams has agreed to a plea deal that would send him to prison for up to three years for shooting his limo driver to death, a person with knowledge of the case told The Associated Press.


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He fucking needs to go to prison

i thought he was in jail.

a shame...i read his book before this happened and liked it, but any sympathy i had went away with this incident and the attempted cover-up.

DanceWme said:

Steph!


He shoulda been locked up awhile ago

it is a shame he's been living a free life since the incident.

whistle said:

agreed

Money gone, wife left after he pee'd in the sink, tried to kill himself in a hotel earlier this year . . . maybe jail will help him put things in perspective.

I remember that ep of Cribs when he was riding around on an ATV shooting at clay birds.

SCNDLS said:

This guy is an example of someone who did NOT know what 2 do with money.

It is best. This man had a terrible history. He was a wild man with a good heart, a good brain, a notable face and physique, and rage kicking around inside him because of the dreadful death of two sisters in the early days of AIDS. Wow. So tragic on both ends.

May 24, 2004
Blind Justice
Rick Reilly


Hey, congratulations, Jayson Williams.

Looks like you won't be going to the clink for shooting and killing that limousine driver. All the jury nailed you for was covering up something the jury said wasn't a crime. Neat trick, huh?

You beat the most serious charges. Unless they retry you for the reckless manslaughter thing (the jury was deadlocked) you might only do some house arrest. And since you live in a 31,000-square-foot mansion on a 65-acre lot with two par-3 golf holes, a skeet range and an ATV track—paid for courtesy of the New Jersey Nets—that ain't exactly Leavenworth.

But before you go on with your life, some of us just want to let you know a few things about the man you shot dead and then tried to tar as a suicide.

See, that's the funny thing. Gus Christofi was about as far from suicide that day as a man could be. The day before you blasted him with your shotgun, his sister agreed to cosign a loan for him. Gus was so pumped. He was going to own his first house. At age 55.

Gus's life really didn't begin until about 10 years ago, when he finally beat alcoholism and heroin addiction. He went to a New Jersey rehab center called Freedom House for 18 months and emerged such a changed man that the place hired him as a counselor. Recovering addicts could count on Gus to take the phone call, jump in his beat-up old Plymouth and come over with enough coffee and patience and love to get them through a wicked night.

You should've seen the funeral, Jayson. It was packed. Hundreds of people, many of whom Gus's relatives didn't even know. "I can't even tell you how many people came up to me and said, 'Your uncle saved my life,' " says Anthony Christofi Jr., Gus's nephew. "Or they said, 'Your uncle saved my boy's life.' It was amazing."

How's that for irony? You, a guy whose blood-alcohol level was still over the legal limit eight hours after the shooting, killed a guy who thought he was finally safe from booze. Boy, was he wrong.

Really, life was just about as good as it had ever been for Gus that night. He was sober, reunited with his family and doing great at the limo company. In fact, he was so well-liked there that when the job came up to drive your party from a Globetrotters game to a restaurant, the owner surprised Gus with the trip, seeing as how Gus was such a huge sports fan.

Gus even bought one of those little disposable cameras to take a few pictures. Of course, maybe it wasn't such a Kodak moment when you—as people later testified—made fun of Gus, swore at him, called him a "stoolie" and a "fed," and, when Gus got up to leave the restaurant, told him, "Sit back down and get your shine box, kid." Then you said, "I'm only kidding with you, man." Hilarious.

Gus must have really felt clammy, though, when you got the gun down from the cabinet. Gus hated guns, had hated them since he was a kid and his dad would invite him to go hunting. You can't shoot those rabbits, Dad, he pleaded. You just can't.

Gus would've hated hanging with you, Jayson, since you once allegedly shot your own rottweiler in the head, shot out the tires of a security truck at the Meadowlands and accidentally shot close to New York Jets receiver Wayne Chrebet. Do you realize how many times you mentioned guns in your autobiography? Twenty-five empty shells were also found in your master bedroom, where you kept six guns, four of them loaded.

Maybe, around three that morning, you were only clowning with Gus—pointing the gun at him as if to say, You again?—and maybe you weren't. But it was for damn sure pointed at Gus when it went off, turning the early hours of Valentine's Day good and red.

The jury called it an "accident," but Gus's nephew Anthony wants to know exactly what the accident was. "When Williams got drunk?" Anthony asks. "When he got the gun out of the cabinet? When it went off? To me, if Williams [shoots] a hole in his floor or his ceiling, that's an accident. If the hole is in my uncle's chest, that's reckless."

You ought to know that you left a pretty big hole in Gus's family, too, Jayson. The little kids still cry when they think about their uncle. Gus's niece Maria El Hadidi has nightmares about his blood-soaked shirt. And his relatives all want to spit when they remember some of the things said by the jurors, like the woman who announced, "He didn't have the look of a cold-blooded killer. I didn't see it in his eyes." You know you're in good shape when the prosecutors aren't exactly a Dream Team and the jurors are calling you by your first name and looking at eyes, not evidence, right?

But you know what really makes the family push away their supper plates? This: As Gus lay there bleeding, some witnesses said, the first thing you hollered was, "Oh, my God! My life is over!"

Wrong life, pal.

Graycap23 said:

Yep....pure dumbass.

I wish this dumbass was going to jail for life for being so stupid.

Three years is not enough!