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Pizza and chicken wings

By Anthony Galloway, Producer, NBC News

After three hours of deliberations, we received word from the jury room. "Pizza and chicken wings," court information officer Michael Sommermayer said. Sitting under a tent outside the Clark County Regional Justice Center on a day like this, it was a morsel journalists could devour.

We are waiting on a verdict in the O.J. Simpson robbery and kidnapping trial taking place in Las Vegas. Until we get the big news, we'll settle for any news. This morning's news was what the jury would eat for lunch: Pizza and chicken wings.

What the jury probably doesn't know, as they debate whether or not to convict Mr. Simpson, is that across the street from the courthouse a barbeque is underway. This lunch is for the group of journalists that have covered this case since the alleged incident took place at the Palace Station hotel in September 2007.

The smell of barbeque led straight to the Court TV satellite truck, where the information officer and our Court TV colleagues readied chicken, brisket, corn on the cob, mac and cheese, potato salad and an array of desserts. Reporters gathered in the makeshift media village to eat and discuss the case. We speculated on how fast a verdict might come and which direction we thought the jury was leaning. We recalled other high-profile trials we had covered and questioned the common wisdom that juries like to reach verdicts on Fridays.

But Mr. Simpson is facing a dozen charges no jury would take lightly. They include robbery with a deadly weapon, assault with a deadly weapon and kidnapping with use of a deadly weapon. If he is found guilty of the latter, he could be sentenced to life in prison.

If convicted today, the verdict would mark a strange coincidence. It was thirteen years ago, on October 3, 1995, that Mr. Simpson was acquitted in Los Angeles after being charged with murdering his ex-wife, Nicole Brown Simpson, and her acquaintance, Ronald Goldman. The timing was not lost on the group of journalists waiting to learn Mr. Simpson's fate this time around.

As the jury ate their pizza and chicken wings, Judge Jackie Glass came outside to visit the journalists' barbeque. Using the same tone of voice she admonishes attorneys with in court, Ms. Glass told us she'd leave if we turned on our cameras. But her mere presence did confirm one thing: There was no verdict. Not yet. At least we have plenty of food to pass the time.