Well since this thread appeared I guess it's time to trot out my two OJ stories:
It was maybe 1975 or 1976, I was waiting for my wife at San Francisco International Airport. Back then, of course, you could wait at the gate (boy was it a different world!). I looked across the way and there, to be sure, was OJ Simpson and his son, who was maybe 10 or so. OJ was finishing up his career with the 49ers and was a San Francisco icon.
Since this was SF, the rule was, you see a celebrity, you be cool. I made eye contact with OJ, smiled, and waved. OJ smiled and waved back at me.
The second story, 15 or so years later there was a woman named Connie working at the same company where I was. Connie was probably in her late 30's-early 40's at the time, she was petite, no beauty but she had an incredibly tight and toned gymnast's body. One day I noticed she had an autographed photo of OJ on her desk. I told her my story of "meeting" OJ at SFO.
Connie said, "In 1978 I spent three days at the St. Francis with OJ. The man was incredible! He was a sex machine with an enormous cock! I couldn't walk for a week after that!" I was left with images of Connie "spinning" on OJ's huge tool.
I don't know if Connie ever told her then-husband about that tryst, but those are my 2 OJ stories. That was then. This is now.