Bad Call

Welcome to my average summer day.

6:30 Awake.

7:00 Law of Moses.

8:15 Drive to law school--predominantly listen to sports talk radio.

9:00 Lending Law.

11:00 Work out--mostly watch ESPN and CNN.

12:30 Drive home--predominantly listen to sports talk radio.

1:30 Read law books; research legal issues.

4:00 Drive back to law school--predominantly listen to sports talk radio.

6:00 Administrative Law.

8:00 Drive home--predominantly listen to sports talk radio.

Law. Sports. Law. Sports. Forgive me if my thoughts lack diversity, but here is a nexus (non-lexis type).

Enter Lee Cider.



This man stole Lance Armstrong's bike. Clever? No. Criminal? Certainly. Kind of funny? Maybe.

For his crime of bike rustling, Mr. Cider will spend three years in prison thinking about the folly of stealing the bike of the most famous cyclist in the history of the world. (Did he think he would Craigslist it? Pawn it?)

Now let's move to the top side of the sports world.

Meet Dante Stallworth.



One evening he spent the whole night getting liquored up, got behind the wheel of his Bentley, and killed an innocent pedestrian at 7:00 AM. For this not-at-all-funny and just-as-certain crime, Mr. Stallworth will spend a grand total of 24 days in jail and perform 1,000 hours of community service.

I know this isn't particularly entertaining, but given the mental neighborhood I live in, I can't help but to find this seriously disturbing and grotesque.