I Dislike Your Favorite Team

In my opinion, neither of one of these nominees, on their own, showed the mettle of true super-villiany--they were far too cowardly in their crimes. Their crimes weren't systemic, nor did they involve plans for world domination. They were stupid, stupid crimes of passion, but they were remarkable in their violence towards the women who had the ill-fortune to love them.

Form of: The Trunk of a Car!
Rae Carruth entered the NFL after being an All-American receiver at the University of Colorado. His rookie year, he was one of the most productive rookie receivers in the league. His second year was hampered by injury, but in most fantasy footballer's eye, he was an up and comer in the league.

I'll let Wikipedia tell the rest:

On November 16, 1999, near Carruth's home in Charlotte, North
Carolina, Cherica Adams, a woman Carruth had been dating, was shot four
times in a drive-by shooting. Surviving the shooting for a time, Adams called 911 and described Carruth's behavior: he had stopped his vehicle in front of hers as another vehicle drove alongside Adams' and its passenger shot her. Carruth then drove from the scene.[1]
Adams was eight months pregnant with Carruth's child. Soon after her admission to the hospital, Adams fell into a coma.[1] Doctors saved her son, Chancellor, in an emergency Caesarean section, but Cherica Adams died a month later on December 14. Born prematurely and in distress, Chancellor has cerebral palsy.

Carruth turned himself in and posted $3 million bond.[1] However, after Adams died, Carruth became a fugitive. He was eventually captured after having been found hiding in the trunk of a car outside of a motel in Johnson City, Tennessee.

At trial Rae Carruth was defended by David Rudolf and was found guilty of conspiracy to commit murder, shooting into an occupied vehicle, and using an instrument to destroy an unborn child. He was sentenced to 18 to 24 years in prison. Carruth was found not guilty of first-degree murder and was spared the death penalty. Carruth is now serving a sentence of at least 18 years and 11 months at Nash Correctional Institution near Raleigh, North Carolina.

Form of: A Car, or "They Don't Give Nobel Prizes for Attempted Physics"

Michael Pittman didn't kill his pregnant wife, or his unborn child. He did attempt to kill his wife, and his born child, though. I guess the difference between murder and attempted murder is that one gets mentioned in Wikipedia, and the other doesn't. Odd, that.

Pittman joined the NFL in 1998 after graduating from Fresno State. In the intervening years, he's been a solid, unflashy running back that occasionally puts up big numbers (by occasionally, I mean once every couple of years). He's has been the definition of an inconsistent player.

What is consistent, however, is his getting arrested for domestic violence in some form or another.

Seriously, though, go now, and Google Michael Pittman Arrests. You'll note that not too many of them involve insurance fraud. He and Melissa seem to have their issues over the years, but nothing beat the spectacular ridiculousness of the time Pittman used his Hummer as a battering ram to breach entry into the minivan holding his wife, his child, and the babysitter. Pittman later claimed he hadn't done anything, that his wife had hit his car. The police were suspicious, Gruden and the Bucs less so. I do believe that Michael Pittman is still in the league, and served no serious jail time, for again, driving a civilian version of a Military vehicle into a fucking minivan containing his own child, over and over again.