A few years back, I took my father to a golf course to see Eldrick "Tiger" Woods. It was a humid, overcast day at Cog Hill, but following Tiger from hole to hole was exhilarating. What I found puzzling was the kind of conversations that flitter in the air, at golf courses.
Besides admiring Woods' and Mickelson's swings, men talk about women, stocks, children, taxes, jobs, wives, girlfriends, and strip joints, giving me a clear indication of how testosterone pretty much rules our psyche. But as the 18 holes progressed, the question, "who is your lawyer?" began to surface.
A man needs a good lawyer - and so does a woman (don't bust me for sexism). But does the word "good lawyer" mean someone who is skilled and knowledgeable of the law, or an Ivy leaguer who golfs with the prominent judges? Can lawyers fraternize with judges? Should they?
When it comes to Chicago police, the lawyers clearly golf with the judges - there is no way Mr. Abbate should get a 'kiddie land' sentence like that. Sure he's a felon now, and he loses his job, but curfew and cookies, community service and anger management class?
If I need a "good lawyer," I will ask in prerequisite tones, who do you golf with on a regular basis? If the lawyer doesn't mention any judges, I'll say, "Next!"
Below, see a clip from Garrard McClendon Live. Anthony Abbate's lawyer makes it seem as if Karolina Obrycka was the oppressor, the bully, the hammer.
Peter Hickey is either a "good lawyer" or he he belongs to some nice country clubs, with judges just waiting to complete a foursome. Abbate should be in jail, Judge John Fleming! or is 18-holes just that "good?"