The biggest story of the year, sports or otherwise, was the O.J. Simpson trial lasting from Jan. 24 to Oct. 3, which gave the nation something to vicariously store all its emotions into, awkwardly talk about at dinner tables and gave people with nothing to live for something to watch on TV all day. The first man to rush for 2,000 NFL yards in a season came stacked with a multimillion dollar "dream" team defending him which included: Robert Shapiro, Johnnie Cochrane, and Robert Kardashian (yes, Kim Kardashian's dad).

The most memorable moment of the trial is pictured up top. Johnnie Cochran goaded the prosecution into having O.J. try on a glove that tested positive for the murdered Ronald Goldman's blood. Juice had trouble putting it on which led Cochran to dumb down the Trial of the Century to the famous line "If it doesn't fit, you must acquit." You see jurors for major trials get on the jury because they're fucking stupid and don't follow the news any more closely then a toddler or an Alex Jones listener. That white Bronco driving around in June of 1994 that was on literally every major publication and news outlet is a blank file in their memories. Thus boiling down your entire argument over the freedom of a man's life and the death of two people to a catchy rhyme was diabolically brilliant. And you know what? It fucking worked.

Just after 10 a.m. on Oct. 3, the foreman returned a verdict of not guilty because apparently the jury was paying less attention in the actual courtroom then they were before the trial. A murderer got away with it, no Dominoes was ordered for five minutes and the world was forever deprived of Simpson's Navy Seal inspired TV series Frogmen. Which was the biggest tragedy? Well, there really is no wrong answer.