February 13, 2017
With all due deference to Bill Murray, to hell with Groundhog Day. Spring doesn't begin six weeks after some rodent sees his shadow (or doesn't-we can never remember.) Spring starts tomorrow. For tomorrow is when pitchers and catchers report to Port St. Lucie for spring training and, quite obviously, you can't have spring training until it's spring.
It's cold and miserable here in New York, but spring training is a state of mind, not a state of being. It's the sound in the air of roller skates on pavement, the first morning when you don't wake up with your nose cold, or the walk to the subway that doesn't get you down, but brings you up. It's when you notice that pretty girl in the elevator who smells like, well, a pretty girl in an elevator. It's when a guy decides to put a silk in his breast pocket because he's not wearing an overcoat and maybe, just maybe, that pretty girl in the elevator will notice him this morning.
Spring is about hope and nothing is more hopeful than when pitchers and catchers report to spring training. Last season was last season. It's history. This is the future, a time when all wrongs are righted. We don't even remember the bad stuff from last year and, if we do, we surely don't take it to heart. If pitchers and catchers report, all is well with the world. We are reborn. It is all Easter, with bunnies and chicks; with colored eggs and rebirth. We've been watching that rebirth since 1962, first from the Polo Grounds, then from Shea Stadium, and now from Citifield. While we were not always happy with what was born, we marveled, as we
still do, at the process.
The great baseball announcer, Harry Caray, said it well: "It's the fans that need spring training. You gotta' get ‘em interested. Wake ‘em up and let ‘em know that their season is coming, the good times are gonna roll." After, at spring training, hope is the eternal motivator. "You know," Harry would promise, "they're not going to lose 162 consecutive games."
In a case with which we have some familiarity, the Court of Appeals last week dealt with the offensive use of the rules of ethics and the vagaries of punctuation. In Marin v. Consitution Realty, LLC, 2017 NY Slip Op. 01019 (2/9/17), the attorney of record hired experienced co-counsel to help her in the pre-trial stages of this Labor Law case. She agreed to pay him 20% of any attorney's fee. Concerned that he was becoming too involved (and perhaps might purloin her client,) she redrafted their agreement to limit his contact with the client, but never reduced the 20% fee arrangement. Finally, the attorney of record discharged her co-counsel and suggested that he be satisfied with a quantum meruit arrangement at the end of the case. He did not agree.
The attorney of record later hired yet another sterling co-counsel and agreed to pay him either 12% of the attorney's fee if the case settled at a planned mediation, or 40% if the case went to trial. When the