Drew, I remember the day I bought that album, too! I was working at Great Adventure in those days, and it was a sunny Saturday, and I waited at my local record store for them to stock the shelves...
Back to OJ...
It was a joke, a travesty from day one, and I figured the fix had to be in somehow, because I thought no Prosecution could possibly be that stupid, that incompetent; that no judge could be that much of a star-struck dingbat; that Gil Garcetti could be so much of a photogenic media hog; that no one like Kato Kaelin could possibly exist in an America outside Los Angeles; and that no jury of humans with an intelligence above that of a roto-rooter could buy what Johnnie Cochran was selling.
Later on, I kind of boned up on just what jury nullification is.
Today, I understand many of the jurors have a remorse, especially after having seen how OJ Simpson's lived his life in the ten years after the verdict. They're finally confronted with just how much of a scumbag he really is, how much of an evil human being this person is that they gave a free pass to.
I heard that there was a party recently in a swank Miami Beach hotel. One of the guests at the party was Jamie Foxx, flush from his winning Best Actor for Ray. Suddenly, there was a commotion at the door, and OJ walked in, with a small entourage of sycophants, flunkies, and bimbos. Jamie Foxx went to the DJ's corner, grabbed the microphone, stopped the music, and screamed, "yo, it's a killer party now! OJ's here!"