When you think about it, it's not particularly surprising that acquitted murderer O.J. Simpson would decide to circumvent the not-so-infallible legal system and opt instead for the less conventional "robbing someone at gunpoint" route to recover some modestly priced sports memorabilia (a.k.a. "worthless crap") that he claims is rightfully his.

What's more astonishing, however, is that this time, Simpson didn't ditch the would-be murder weapon, hop the red-eye to Chicago, burn all the evidence of his crime in a giant burlap sack and vow to catch the real killer armed robber so much as allow the entire crime to be tape-recorded for posterity…and posted on TMZ.

You're slipping, O.J. In fact, you're almost as rusty as a long-handled serrated-edged chef's knife that's been carefully washed, wiped clean for fingerprints and buried somewhere in South Los Angeles since just after midnight on June 12, 1994.

Meanwhile, what a difference a day makes! At least, in the life of a New York Daily News headline writer.

To be fair, however, it’s not as though O.J. Simpson handed the Daily News of a copy of his Vegas tell-all. Also: "O.J. In A Can?" Is that the best you guys could do? Really?