Head Men's Basketball Coach – Pratt Cannoneers
I spent part of my afternoon in court today.
There’s not great story that comes with it. I didn’t do anything exciting. The extent of my “crime” knowledge comes from documentaries and TV shows like CSI:Miami. But I got a speeding ticket and had to figure it out.
Last night was all about preparation. I thought about what to wear, watched Marshall Ericksen say “Lawyered!” as many times as I could find on YouTube and most importantly I consulted my parents, who are both lawyers, on what I should do.
The time came, I left work and drove over to the address I was given. Turns out I had typed it into Google Maps wrong. My bad. So I hit a U-turn and 45 minutes later I was there.
I checked myself in the car’s reflections, shirt tucked in, no belt loops skipped, shoes tied. I was ready to go. I was ready to get my Harvey Specter on. Though I admittedly did not look quite as put together as Harvey.
I marched upstairs, repeating in my head what I was going to say. I greet the clerk and ask “May I please speak with the special prosecutor?”
Let’s actually rewind for a second though. As I was figuring out what to do with this ticket, I called the clerk and she told me to show up and ask to speak for the special prosector to work something out. This wasn’t something I was going to do originally on my own. This was what I was told.
Back to real time. So I get into the office and the clerk looks at me like I’m speaking a foreign language. “You can’t speak to anyone today. Are you pleading guilty or not guilty?”
To make a long story short, I had to drive back to work and will be waiting for a new court date in the mail. It will be sometime in mid to late July, aka the busiest part of the summer recruiting period into when I leave for Germany. So it’s looking like this will only end up being a bigger hassle than necessary.
Luckily, it was more of a hassle than anything. And frankly, the biggest disappointment may have been that I didn’t get to yell “Lawyered!”