Burn, O.J., Burn

Justice is served- albeit thirteen years late.



Unconvicted murderer Orenthal James Simpson was found guilty of kidnapping and robbery, in addition to assault with a deadly weapon. He faces five years to life in prison when he is sentenced on December 5.

Say what you will, but a man of O.J.'s stature- Heisman trophy winner; superstar running back for the San Francisco 49ers and Buffalo Bills; mediocre actor; and Hertz spokesperson- should be basking in the limelight and glory. He should be signing autographs, and be among the most beloved football figures- past and present- in history. He should be doing endorsements for other products, and perhaps even a sports commentator- like he did once, doing color commentary for Monday Night Football when it was on ABC. The mighty and great O.J. Simpson should be considered one of the gods of the football world.

But my, how the mighty have fallen indeed. And I'm afraid that on June 12, 1994- when he apparently killed his former wife Nicole Brown Simpson and her friend Ronald Goldman- he did. Oh, sure, a jury in the criminal case found him not guilty, but the jury in the subsequent civil trial said otherwise, ordering him to pay $33 Million (USD) to the Brown and Goldman families. O.J., knowing that he was no longer the beloved sports figure, was desperate- writing a book that changed my mind about his innocence; doing infomercials, and that joke of a series Juiced (a knockoff of MTV's Punk'd).

But never before have I thought that even the Juice would go so damn low depths, robbing and assaulting someone. All because he wanted his Heisman trophy back. I ask, "Why, O.J., why?"

Burn O.J., burn.

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