When I was younger, one of the first movies my dad took me to was called "Seven Samurai". I'm a little shaky on the details, but more or less it was about a group of seven noble Japanese warriors hired to defend a town from some evil henchman and his army of evil bastards. What I remember most was how, in the face of overwhelming odds they were able to beat back the maurading hoard and attain victory and honor. Even to this day, I STILL love old samurai movies, especially Zatoichi the Blind Swordsman, mainly for the unrealistic scenarios the heros find themselves in. For instance, one samurai movie I saw recently had this amazing scene with a guy armed with nothing more than the clothes on his back and a bamboo stick, running for his life from a mass of 30 some odd attackers armed to the teeth with swords and knives. This guy was trapped in a forest, surrounded by sword wielding pursuers, swinging his little stick wildly as he desperately tried to keep his blood and guts inside his own body. After a few minutes of ducking and dodging, wouldn't ya know it, his ass gets away....somehow. As you watch a scene like that, in the back of your mind you can't help but say, Bullshit. If this was imperial Japan, his ass would have been skewered and diced quicker than a side of Waffle House hashbrowns. But then you remember, it's Hollywood, (or at least the Japanese version of Hollywood) and the reality of a scene is only as authentic as the director's vision......

.....So why is it that THIS asshole can't understand that he's not living in a Japanese samurai movie? Almost fifteen years ago, he gets arrested for the murder of his ex-wife and her boy toy, and in the face of overwhelming odds, mounds of evidence and the opinions of a divided nation regarding his guilt, he gets acquitted a year later. An intelligent person would realize that the Fates were giving them a second chance, AND a warning to keep their fucking nose clean for ...the..rest..of..their...life!! But noohoohooooo, not OJ. He goes and gathers a few "friends" to help him rob some guys of sports memorabilia, all because he thinks he can tempt Fate twice. I knew as soon as he got arrested in Las Vegas after the incident that he had no chance of getting off a second time and sure enough, he's going down. Now in all honesty, part of me feels a bit sorry for him because he was actually trying to get some stuff back that was in fact his, but something in his brain should have told him to do a proverbial cutback that he's so famous for and rethink his actions. You know a little....Wait a second, I KNOW folks are pissed that I got off for knifing my ex. Maybe I need to chill out and just let it go...after all, it's just stuff. The irony of it all is that in reality, the jerseys, footballs and whatever else seemed so important to him at the time- really don't mean shit right now considering the rest of his future is looking like it will be spent behind the stone walls of some Nevada prison, sleeping butt nekkid for his new roommate, Bruno*. As Jurior Bush said, "Fool me once, shame on you- fool me twice...... fool me can't get fooled again" (or something like that). Much like our president, OJ will be remembered not as the brave samurai that got away in the face of overwhelming odds, but instead he'll be remembered as the idiotic samurai who brought a bamboo stick to a sword fight and is expecting to win. You can only get away with so much in this life and (un)fortunately, OJ (and Junior) had to learn this lesson the hard way....

* There's your sleepin' nekkid reference Wooz. Let's see if it works..... Nic, where are you??????