O.J. in jail -- finally!

Yesterday’s blog asked the burning question, “Who’s a bigger idiot, Michael Vick or Plaxico Burress?” The results are still rolling, er, dribbling, in.

Today we consider the case of another Athlete In Trouble — O.J. Simpson — and we shout … YESSSS!!!

Why? Because finally this butcher will look at the world from behind bars.

Who can forget that he murdered his ex-wife and her friend in 1995?

And then, incredibly, inexplicably, his team of high-priced shysters squeezed a “not guilty” verdict out of a befuddled jury.

It was a verdict that defied any sense of decency or fairness.

O.J. was as guilty as sin. All that other crap about Mark Furman being a racist and jurors wanting revenge for the case that sparked the L.A. riots had nothing to do with him.

He was a cold-blooded killer, pure and simple.

And he beat the rap, pure and simple.

Until the fool pulled off a small-time robbery and kidnapping in Vegas in a dispute over some of his memorabilia. And today he is scheduled to be sentenced to many, many years in the clink -- at least 18 by one account!

Sweet! He could have stayed on the outside, playing golf, swilling martinis, banging groupies. But because of his own greed and stupidity, he gave society a chance to put him in the hole he belonged in all along.

Finally, Nicole and Ron Goldman have been avenged.

Good riddance, Juice. I hope you rot in that cell.