shouldn’t have brought that weak sh!t to Las Vegas. We have real police here and even the defense lawyer turned judge Nancy Glass knows better than to allow this one to get screwed up.
Curiously, the Vegas jury looked pretty much like an average jury in Santa Monica. But then, OJ never had to face a jury in Santa Monica so he couldn’t have known...
It also helped that the juice didn’t have his household item home boy Christopher Darden secretly on his side.