“He continued to admit to several robberies that had been unsolved, and everyone, even the state attorney, was facepalming.”

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"As the Commonwealth rose to object and the judge started to scold me, the detective said, “Oh, yeah. We’ve had sex; it just wasn’t very...romantic.” 

"However, I fully expected the defendant to just lie and say he was clean. After the question was asked, there was a really long pause, and the defendant said, “Yes, I do both of those drugs.”  My head almost exploded. I didn’t ask any questions on cross-examination because I didn’t want to muddy the waters. I won, and the child is doing great." 

"Unbeknownst to the defense lawyers or judge, the plaintiff lawyer had brought a very long extension cord and plugged in the "perfectly safe" fan. On cross-examination, he went over the expert's theories and had him say unequivocally that it is impossible for someone to injure their fingers on this fan if it is unmodified. The plaintiff's lawyer then walked all the way across the courtroom, turned on the fan as high as it would go, and began walking it towards the expert. It was loud, so he had to kind of shout over it. He definitely had the jury's full attention!He gets right up to the witness and starts in on him, still half yelling due to the noise. "Show us; stick your fingers in!" "No!" "Come on, stick your fingers in!" "I don't want to do that!" The other side is jumping up to object, but the plaintiff lawyer is two inches from the expert yelling for him to stick his fingers in. The expert is looking terrified and shrinking away from the fan. The jury came back in favor of the plaintiff.It's my favorite example of "show, don't tell"!

"I’d say the jury is not buying his claim, and as the judge reminds us, it’s not about whether we think it should be legalized; all we need to find him guilty of is thinking that beyond reasonable doubt, he had at some point shared a single joint with a friend and that that was enough to convict him for supply on the counts against him. So the jury isn’t buying his story, but we are also looking at him, thinking he’s quite old, isn’t doing anyone any real harm, etc., and is unlikely to be running a massive dealing empire. Then on that last day, the public gallery (which has been empty all week) is suddenly full of the most blatantly stonery stoners you’ve seen in your life. One of them is even wearing an Adidas “adihash” T-shirt. The jury files in, we sit down, we look at the public gallery, and I think it’s safe to say we STARE at them. The defense barrister turns to see what we are looking at and visibly slumps, then glowers at the solicitor and hisses, “REALLY?" Such an own goal!" 

"The “oh shit” moment came when he went back to his desk, flipped through her deposition, and read the part where she was extremely adamant that her foot wasn’t wet. Then he did some fancy legal stuff, the case was thrown out, and I went back to work."

"The judge declared a mistrial. The prosecutor must have suspected that the father was taking the fall for the son who actually murdered the neighbor. Rather than risk losing, there was a mistrial while they sorted out who to actually charge and try."