This is another age thing. The OJ of today is a joke, albet a dangerous one. But before The Chase he was The Juice, one of the greatest athletes of all time. And then all of a sudden...bam, he's just one more schmuck who couldn't handle fame. But when the chase happened? We were at home, on a Saturday afternoon, when the stuff came on television. And right in the middle of everything: our power went out. So we went and sat in a bar and watched the demise of a hero unfold. One-tenth of a mile at a time. And you look at him now and realize that most of the people alive today don't realize how far the mighty have fallen.
From hero to one of the most despised people on the planet...hopefully he won't ever see the light of day again.