The Lone Star State has been a frequent battleground for us. The most entertaining trial involved a federal court reporter as the plaintiff. The entire local bench recused itself, and a judge from New Orleans was sent in to try the case. At one point, after bellowing about some piece of evidence he didn’t like, he stood up, turned to the jury, and shouted, “I don’t know why I do this. I just do.” He was as hot as home town gumbo.
When the jury went out, he gave us pagers and told us to take our time; the verdict would be a long time coming. Fortunately for us, the jury took only 20 minutes to do the right thing and exonerate our client.