I began training for a career in litigation at an early age by finding ways to disagree with pretty much anyone about pretty much anything. In my longest-running "case," I argued with my middle school math teacher, Mrs. Jabs, for the better part of four years over whether, even if I got the right answer, I had to show my work to get full credit. We never settled that one, as my eventual move to high school took me out of her jurisdiction (although I'm still sure I was right).
Creativity was also never a problem in my neighborhood growing up. My backyard was Wrigley Field (with the notable exception that, at least to my knowledge, Wrigley Field never had a rule where any ball hit in dad's garden was an automatic out), thousands of NBA and NCAA championships were won in my driveway (all, miraculously, on last second shots), and some of the greatest independent films to never grace Cannes or Sundance were filmed around my house (the magnum opus for this would-be auteur involved a rogue CIA operative who killed around three dozen bad guys, all of which were played by my cousin, Teddy).
In a sign that perhaps my interests haven't changed as much as they should have since I was 12, I'll often be blogging about sports, video games, and the entertainment world (but, I promise, not math).
