My freshman year of college I took a sociology class. Not sure why but OJ's trial came up and everyone was discussing that he was found not guilty but likely killed them. It randomly gets silent and the guy behind me says rather loudly "Yeah damn good running back though." That is my OJ story.
Fun fact. College football’s very own Petros Pappadakus’ family owned the restaurant where Ron Goldman worked which is where he and Nicole were coming home from when OJ SUPPOSEDLY murdered them.
Bomani recently had a segment on best wingmen after the Ohtani translator stuff. They decided to have a yearly award and just call it the AC award.
I loved the audacity of Al assuming everyone knew who he was. "My name is AC, you know who I am god damn it!" No mother fucker, I don't know who you are It's like the, idk, drummer for Staind busting out "do you know the hell I am?"
Yea I don't think it exists in our lifetime. The white bronco chase interrupted the freaking NBA Finals.
Would be recency bias but something with the British royals maybe but the OJ thing was the only thing anyone talked about for idk maybe a month and was so racially coded that everyone was in on it.
Sitting in traffic next to a new bronco and I realize I haven't ever seen a new body style bronco in white