There was a time when O.J. Simpson was all over the place-on television, on the Internet, in newspapers, and, of course, on just about every golf course in Florida and California. No more. Since Simpson's imprisonment in Nevada, you can hardly find anyone or any outlet with anything to say about Simpson. This changed for a day or so just recently with news on Simpson's suit (yes, that's right, his suit), but don't expect to hear much about Simpson for the next decade or so. Out of sight, out of mind.
Simpson is gone. He is out of here. Nobody has anything more to say about him. The gig is up. Simpson is last decades news. Everyday when he is awaken at five in the morning as part of his prison routine, we don't hear about him. When he eats his baloney sandwich for lunch in the prison dining hall with drug dealers, murderers, and bank robbers, we don't hear about him. And, when lights are out each night at 9:00 p.m., we don't hear from him anymore.
Simpson could have been the happiest man alive who was ever found by a jury, as Simpson was, to have wrongfully and intentionally and maliciously caused the death of two other human beings. He could have won an award for the "wrongful deather" who played golf more than any other person found liable for wrongful death.
However, it was not meant to be. Simpson has gone away for the next decade. His is a life without golf. A life without beautiful blonds. A life without junkets to Vegas. His last junket in Vegas saw to that.
As we have said before, Simpson's appeal will be rejected. We will not hear much from him anymore, save the occasional article about his suit being sold to a museum. That is it. And, that is how it should be. The Goldman family should have some peace. We should have some peace. We should live the type of lives that we are currently living-lives without Simpson. Good lives.