The field in Santa Monica where CBS was filming was cordoned off, but all day extras were pressed into messenger roles, carrying slips of paper to be autographed by O.J. He was relaxing and talking football for a change when three little boys managed to sneak in and head over to him.
"The guys who really beat us in the Rose Bowl," he was saying, "were the linebackers. They gave the credit to the same Ohio State guys who had gotten the publicity all year, but it was the linebackers. I don't even know their names."
The kids moved a little closer. "That's him there," one of them said.
Somebody asked about Buffalo. "Look, they're not as bad as everybody says. They had a great defense last year. They just didn't have any offense, and the defense would wear down late in the game because they were always on the field."
"Hey, you O.J.?" one of the kids asked.
"Naw," O.J. said, "that's O.J. over there"—pointing to Willie Brown. "Right, O.J.? And that's Rap Brown"—pointing to Wes Grant. "You know he's a militant because he has a beard. Right, Rap?"
The kids' delight showed on their faces. "You gonna sign with Buffalo?" one of them asked.
"You think I ought to?" O.J. parried.
"How much you want?"
"How much do you think I'm worth?"