These are the words I am saying to myself after once again (by writing this book) being drawn back into the Simpson case after vigorously trying to remove myself from any association with it for well over a year. The initial shock was indeed overwhelming: to think that O. J. Simpson, famous and admired by millions of Americans, a Heisman Trophy winner who had carried the Olympic torch, could have committed two of the most horrendous murders imaginable…. But once I got past this reaction of disbelief, I found I had very little interest in the case itself. Certainly I was extremely interested in what the verdict was going to be, and if Simpson had testified I would have been interested in the cross-examination of him, but other than that, the case held little fascination for me. The reason is simple. How do you sustain your interest in a case, or in anything, when you already know what happened? And we all know what happened here. Simpson committed these murders. They just played a game during the trial, and I had minimal interest in the game.
