It’s been hectic for me lately with my return trip from Maryland, not to mention that I’m on the hot seat come Wednesday when I have oral argument before the Court of Criminal Appeals on a capital case. There are some advance sheets out there which I should be going over tonight for summary on the Significant Decisions page. At the same time, I have at least two, maybe three cases that look like definite “triers” coming up soon, very soon. My solid predictions got dashed with Curlin’s brave finish in the Preakness so I should be doing overtime to get my props in line for the Belmont. All in due time.
Bear with me. I have a couple of ideas floating around in my head concerning the local bar which I plan to reduce to writing; maybe I can get to it tomorrow night down in Austin after I put the finishing touches on prep for oral argument. And for those who have yet to experience the pleasure of going before the CCA in Austin, particularly on a death case, let’s just say that you have to live through it. There was no joy in Mudville for Casey after his bat; there will be no joy for me the night before oral argument in Austin. But that will pass too.
The business of criminal defense is one which demands a real constitution because, as I’ve often said, it’s a losing business. If you are really in there trading punches, then you’re going to get tagged with the really bad case - I mean the really bad case. It’s the kind of case with no good facts, no defense, nothing in the defendant’s background which could even theoretically mitigate the crime. Those who have been through these kind of cases know exactly what I’m talking about and those of you who do anything possible under the sun to avoid those cases, or get out once you’re in, you also know what I’m talking about. You just have to persevere and get the job done. And that’s the thing about the business. It wears you down. The key is not allowing external events to dominate you psychologically. I could take the time to maybe relate a war story or two but it’s better if I conclude this short post with an extract from a really good essay I have had in my personal library for over thirty years. It’s a book on Muhammed Ali simply titled, Muhammed Ali by Wildred Sheed. This book occupies an exalted slot in the bookcase since it is autographed by the man himself. In the chapter dealing with Ali’s greatest fight (and incidentally his greatest loss), the 1971 bout with Frazier, Sheed described Ali thus:
By the middle rounds, Frazier was dominating the fight in that mystical sense which makes scorekeeping an interpretive art. You can dominate from the ropes or you can dominate from the centerof the ring; you can do it running or you can do it standing still. You don’t even have to land the most punches (by count, Frazier didn’t even come close). All you have to do is call the tune and assert your will.
When a man like Frazier does this, it is usually just a question of guessing the round. Yet, after each one, Ali managed to summon a sneer and a mocking flip of the hand. He would not be dominated psychologically so long as one brain cell remained. He would at least be on top between rounds.
“He would not be dominated psychologically as long as one brain cell remained.” Remember those words the next time that the trial or the oral argument is not going as planned and take strength from them.