Definitely O.J. all day, every day

ALTHOUGH THE O.J. SAGA first began in California in 1994, it's now shifted to Glitter Gulch -- Las Vegas -- in 2007. And the script is becoming more and more bizarre with the Ol' Columnist once again mesmerized by the escapades of the former NFL superstar.
Maybe, I should call my brother, the psychologist. Perhaps, he has a solution to this addiction, which also consumes millions around the world, who are caught up in his antics.
While his wizardry with the Buffalo Bills and later with the San Francisco Forty-Niners earned him NFL accolades and later big bucks as an advertising pitchman, I never realized his influence until that summer of 1994 when his infamous Ford Bronco ride across the freeways of southern California was front-page news. It continued for months upon months until he was found not guilty of murdering his ex-wife, Nicole Brown Simpson, and her friend, Ron Goldman.
Later, he lost a $33.5 million civil suit and then he went into relative obscurity in Florida.
However, in the interim, the courts had tried to get money in a number of incidents from a supposed "stone."
That was until late 2006 when a projected two-part TV special and a book, entitled 'If I Did It, Here's How It Happened.' The outcry was heard everywhere. So much so that Simpson and the book publisher, Judith Regan, were denounced.
In a November, 2006 column I tried to relate the deep feelings of the Goldman family concerning O.J.
In the New York Daily News, Kim Goldman was quoted as saying, "It's disgusting. Judith Regan is an opportunist. She's helping a murderer get his voice out there. Is this (book) supposed to be a stocking stuffer for Christmas? It's gross."
Then Fred Goldman, Nicole's father, told the New York Post, "There's little that would surprise me from this murdering s.o.b., but this does reach an all-time low, even for him."
Not quite, Mr. Goldman.
For the past few days, the familiar TV fare has been "O.J. All Day, Every Day."
Those who have been on an excursion to the moon have, perhaps, missed the continuing saga so I'll fill you in on the sordid details. At least some of the grimy details that have been gleaned at the time of this writing.
It appeared the Goldmans might get a semblance of justice and some dollars from taking over the publication of Simpson's book and renaming it, "I Did It."
However, O.J.'s antics or behaviour was just beginning as he showed up in Las Vegas for a Saturday wedding.
With a tape recorder catching every word, mostly unfit for family consumption, O.J. and his so-called posse entered a Las Vegas hotel room. It appears as if O.J. was after some of his memorabilia from his glory days on the gridiron.
The wild and foul-mouthed confrontion eventually led to Simpson being placed under arrest and put in a jail cell.
At the time of this writing, there's a possibility of him being set free on $150,000 (15% cash; 85% collateral) bail Wednesday morning.
But one thing is for certain, O.J. is back and the headlines should definitely read: Excrementum, Tauri, Omnium. Superat.
(It's okay. Even my brother, the psychologist, would probably use such words in describing O.J. and his so-called pals.)
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SPEAKING OF FOUL WORDS: Remember NBA superstar and now New York Knicks coach Isiah Thomas, who at one time was with the Toronto Raptors? Well, now Thomas is in hot water during the sexual harassment trial brought on by fired Knicks executive Anucha Browne Sanders. In a report in the New York Daily News, Thomas, in a video deposition, "drew a distinction between whites and blacks when it came to the B-word." The Knicks fired her in December 2005 and she wants $10 million from the club and Madison Square Garden, according to the Daily News.
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HAPPINESS IS A WARM ELECTRODE: That headline in Popular Science magazine led me to Gregory Mone's fascinating story about how Diane Hire's life was changed in almost an instant. It seems Hire suffered from severe depression for some 20 years. In the Cleveland Clinic's surgical center, neurosurgeon Ali R. Rezai along with an anesthesiologist, a psychiatrist and several nurses performed "a radical form of neurosurgery called deep-brain stimulation, or DBS," according to the magazine. The complicated operation involved two volts of electricity being sent through wires inserted in her skull. After the operation, Hire was quoted by the magazine as saying, "I'm really happy. I feel like I could get up and do all sorts of things."