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Oy vey, O.J.
September 17, 2007The verdict of his 1994 murder trial may have temporarily divided the country, but I think we can all agree that the term, "tragic figure" should accompany any photo hereafter of O.J. Simpson.
Look, I don't know if O.J. did "it" -- and by "it," I mean murder Nicole Brown Simpson and Ron Goldman or have them murdered -- but it's painfully apparent that he's no Robert Blake.
Unlike Baretta, O.J. can't avoid the spotlight to save his life.
Almost as if he's still running through an airport on his way to the Hertz counter, Simpson seeks out obstacles only to go tumbling over them and into more trouble.
If you look at just the last few months -- with the harebrained, not-quite-tell-all book idea and his arrest in Las Vegas this past weekend for supposedly stealing back his own stuff -- you find a man who's his own foil, own worst possible enemy, own downfall.
And the real tragedy doesn't focus solely on how he's frittered away his own notoriety and respect in every circle imaginable, but rather upon the high cost paid by those who love and support him -- as difficult as that might seem to fathom sometimes.
It's no easy thing to tell a grown man where he can and cannot go, but if O.J. manages to slither his way out of Sin City a free man, somebody who cares about him ought to -- before he lives up to his new namesake yet again.
Posted by Stephen Smith at 10:21 AM | Permalink | Comments (1)
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Mr. Smith, I must agree with you. It appears that OJ has not been able to keep himself out of trouble, which is a shame. Perhaps he is of the opinion that some publicity is better than no publicity. Either way, I dare say it is not the "late breaking" news that various media outlets seem to think that it is. I realize he was a sports icon, but really, don't we have antything else to talk about or in this case, view? I would think so.
