I love baseball as much as I love my 2004 Honda Accord, which is to say that I find the sport boring and wish someone would destroy it so that I can get a new one. Still, if some mouth-breathing parents came to me with a case that involved suing Louisville-Slugger for a baseball player getting hit in the head with a ball, I would have laughed them out of my apartment office. continue reading »

When I first read Life at 160’s story, I couldn’t believe he was writing about any place within the state of Texas. Where are the cowboys, Mexicans, rodeos, and spurs, I thought – this must be bullshit. My Yankee views on the state were shattered, at least, until I read this article. continue reading »

As a law student, I often pretended that I would take my firm for twenty-five large as a summer associate, tell them to go fuck themselves when they gave me an offer, open a small mass tort firm, and Brockovich myself a few million dollars. continue reading »