Perhaps no one knows when O.J. Simpson hit bottom -- probably not even The Juice himself -- but it probably occurred sometime in the run-up to the slaying deaths of his wife and Ron Goldman, which I concluded as a journalist who covered the story nonstop from murders to acquittal were a consequence of a cocaine-fueled binge, a fit of jealousy, or both.
In any event, it is sadly obvious that Simpson, whose good looks have faded at age 61, has been crawling along the bottom since then. I will leave it to greater minds to do the moral calculus on whether his conviction in Las Vegas 13 years to the day after his acquittal and now a jail sentence of at least nine years somehow makes up for him getting off in 1995.
My own view is that life -- and death -- don't work that way, besides which Simpson seems incapable of being chastened no matter how hard he looked for "the real killers" and how much time he does. And yes, the sentence will be appealed, but he will lose in the end.
Pool photograph by Isaac Brekken
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