Oh don’t worry juice deuce, you will still have a chance to leave your mark.

And I agree, it’s pure mythology.

Floyd remembers the meeting lasting 45 minutes. He learned that the man’s name was Ronald Guillory, and that he was an event promoter in Los Angeles who had befriended Mayo. Other than that, Floyd learned absolutely nothing.

Really? He only then met the guy that had already raised the NCAA’s eyebrows with his dubious dealing with Jeff Trepagnier? Really? This is how it happened.

Floyd tried not to roll his eyes.

Me too, Floyd. But with much less success than you are/did.

G: “How would you like to have one of the best players in the nation?”
F: “Oh yes! Please, please, please yes!”
G: “Do you have money?”
F: “Of course, we’re U$C. We have so much that we can afford to own the police”
G “And would you be willing to give this money not only to me, but to OJ and anyone claiming to know him who comes looking for it?”
F: “Well in case you haven’t noticed our football program, we have an excellent track record of doing just that.”
G: “Great, we have a deal. OJ really wants to play here. Actually, he wanted to play at Duke, UNC, Kansas, UCLA, Syracuse, Rice, Tulane, or LMU, but none of them would meet our ridiculo…ehhemm i mean necessary demands.”

Later that night…
G: “OJ, good news, we found a buyer. You’re rich kid.”
Mayo; “Lol, which school was stupid enough to do it?”
G: “U$C”
Mayo: “Man, not only will I not be the best freshman in the city, but I won’t even be the most infamous alum named OJ. This sucks. I’m so mad, someone’s gonna get punched in the face…”