How many attorneys do you actually know?  I know a personal injury attorney in San Diego, but I don’t know him because of that.  I actually met him at a San Diego Padres baseball game.  They were playing the San Francisco Giants and I ended sitting next to Ralph up in the bleachers.  We were both Giants fans, having both grown up in San Francisco and then moved to San Diego later, and they were losing.  Losing badly.  The score was 10-2 and we had nothing better to do than drink more and more and heckle the outfielders.  Barry Bonds even glared at me for a full minute before turning back around.  That made me really proud.  Anyway, Ralph’s not a bad guy, not even for a personal injury attorney in San Diego.  Yeah, he admits that he runs around and chases ambulances for clients, but it’s what he has to do to make a living.  He has a house, a wife, and three kids.  How else is he supposed to pay all his bills and make sure they can all go to school?  All of them, even his wife.  She just started college and he wants to be able to pay her tuition.  If that means chasing ambulances and maybe making a buck or two off someone else’s bad luck, hey, that’s how it goes.