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Thursday, October 01, 2009
A Real Thrilla (or "Torts" Song Trilogy)
Posted by Kelly Anders on October 1, 2009 at 04:22 PM in Sports | Permalink
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The elevator reference by California lawyer reminded me of something else. I had to take a business trip to Israel in November, 2003, at the height of the intifada. The hotels were empty. I was staying at the Dan Hotel on Hayarkon Street in Tel Aviv. The place was tomb-like. I got on the elevator, and looked down at this older lady who came up to about my sternum, who said "shalom" in a kind of German-Hebrew accent. I said, "aren't you...?" And it was. Dr. Ruth. We had a nice talk between the lobby and the 6th floor. My life immediately got better.
Posted by: Jeff Lipshaw | Oct 2, 2009 4:48:31 PM
I once rode up the courthouse elevator with Barry Bonds and his lawyer. They were heading upstairs to try to enforce the prenup agreement Bonds got his wife to sign hours before the wedding. Bonds was wearing a lot of gold, an expensive watch, and an Armani blazer that I'd guess cost $2,000. I couldn't help but think: that's not what you wear when you're trying to enforce a prenup.
Posted by: california lawyer | Oct 2, 2009 3:48:39 PM
In the early 1990s, my wife and I belonged to a tennis club in Michigan, and we organized a "seniors" exhibition. So one of my jobs was to drive to the airport and pick up Rod Laver and Roy Emerson, two of the greatest tennis players ever. That was pretty cool - to have Rod Laver in my car! Then during the tournament, I drove the van that shuttled the players from the hotel to the club and back. The great thing was the counterpoint to some of the young players we had met the year before, many of whom were spoiled and arrogant brats. Laver and the others (Emerson, Marty Riessen, Sherwood Stewart, Alex Metreveli, Ross Case, Bob Lutz, and Owen Davidson) were doing a clinic for inner-city kids. Laver asked me if I would drive him back to the hotel (I think he had a radio interview coming up). I said, sure, but would it be possible to wait 15 minutes, because the whole group would be going? Laver said sure. (I like to think that it was "sure, mite," but I can't remember). But the amazing thing was he then takes a ball hopper, starts picking up balls on the tennis court, and then goes back out and starts feeding balls to one of the little kids. Truly a great and humble champion. (Also, I'm a middling club tennis player - nice form, lousy substance, a lot like my career - and got to participate in a clinic as well. Laver was standing on the other side of the net, feeding us balls for coaching on our forehands. I can remember just freezing up - "oh my God, Rod Laver is feeding me forehands" - so that I could barely swing the racquet. For younger people, this would be like having Roger Federer feeding you tennis balls and then commenting on your swing.)
Posted by: Jeff Lipshaw | Oct 2, 2009 8:57:46 AM
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