Fifteen years ago today the words white Ford Bronco, low-speed chase and “Move your head, I can’t see the TV” were forever burned in my memory. It was “The O.J. Simpson Pursuit” and it will probably never, ever be topped. I remember the beginning, the murders and the suspicion.

I vividly remember watching in the basement that afternoon when it was first announced he was wanted and being completely convinced he was guilty. Later my sister, just nine at the time, shouted O.J. was running through an airport, not knowing it was stock footage of an old Hertz commercial.

When later that evening I was watching the Knicks — my Knicks — in the NBA Finals and was again told O.J. was on the lam, I didn’t believe it. I’ll never forget it, either.