THE JUICE IS LOOSE (well, not quite…)
Former Bills great OJ Simpson was handed parole for some of his 2008 convictions by a Nevada parole panel. This does not mean that he will be free though.
Simpson was convicted 5 years ago for burglary, assault and extortion for trying to get back sports memorabilia from two dealers in Vegas that he said belonged to him. He was sentenced to 9 to 33 years for those charges.
Despite being a model prisoner with no misconduct on his record, the parole board granted him partial parole but will keep him in prison for at least four more years.
I’m no fan of OJ, but I honestly feel bad for the guy. I think he should be released now.
These are trumped up charges to begin with. Everyone knows that. The system wanted to see him punished for the brutal Nicole Brown Simpson and Ron Goldman murders, and saw to it that he was put in prison, any way that they could do it. They made Simpson a pariah, and now he is stuck in a jail cell for four more years.
Simpson is a bad man. He most likely comitted murder, although he was acquitted on those criminal charges, only to be found guilty in a civil matter. He had his fortune taken away, and his good name. He has lost pretty much everything, and now, his freedom is still gone.
OJ is 66 years old, and not a threat to society at this point. Put the grudge away, and at least let him live out his days on the golf course of his choice.
Speaking of golf, it is a beautiful day in the Mile High, where I continue to vacation before getting serious about finding another job. The plan today is to get the sticks and go hit some golf balls at the driving range with my father in law, sister in law and brother in law, then hit the pool for some more rays. I got some sun yesterday…well actually, it was a burn. That’s what happens when you get an ultra white guy whose skin hasn’t seen sun in Rochester since 2004. Walking around, it stings like razor blades are on my legs.
After that, it will be time for dinner. My God, I eat like a swine out here! I had been on a serious diet before leaving for Denver, losing 8 pounds in three weeks, but I’m pretty sure they will all be back by the time I get home.
The Mexican restaurants out here are to die for, and I have partaken numerous times. My mother in law has fed me like a king, and last night we went to Chick-fil-a, which was outstanding. We especially enjoyed supporting a chain whose owner opposes gay marriage, oops, I’m not supposed to say that in today’s PC world, am I?
Tonight I’m straying from the diet once again, as I think we are trying some of Littleton’s finest pizza. If that is anywhere near as good as the Mexican, I’m sure I will be packing on a few more pounds.
Why is it that when you hit 40, the pounds pack on so quickly, and melt away so slowly? When I was in my 20’s, I could lose three pounds sleeping. Now, I gain three pounds just looking at a cheeseburger.
Also, why is it that the older you get, the more important food becomes to you? In my 20’s, I almost ate out of pure sustinance. Grab a bite to eat here and there, just because I knew I had to. Now that I am in my later 40’s, I look forward to a visit to Golden Corral for two weeks.
Oh well, gotta go now. The driving range is calling! Gotta work off some weight. That pizza is sure gonna taste good later!
