During courtroom breaks, Blake would wander down the hall, surrounded by reporters and spectators as he walked to the restroom. A few people offered him expressions of support, such as "good luck" and "hang in there." In the elevator, he could be heard speaking with his daughter, an expectant mother, about possible names for his grandchild. Outside, Blake would smoke a couple of cigarettes, often alone. There were no camera crews surrounding him. In fact, reporters covering closing arguments Thursday had their attention drawn from Blake's trial on the eighth floor of the Van Nuys courtroom to the sixth floor, where Mel Gibson was in court testifying against a man accused of stalking him by showing up at his home and church to pray with the "Passion of the Christ" filmmaker.
Robert Blake used to be a celebrity.
Baretta was once one of the top 10 shows on TV.
And now he's such a has-been that his murder trial gets upstaged by Mel GIbson's stalker.
It's not just the Michael Jackson factor either. No, the sad truth is that Blake is a seedy-looking old has-been who's accused of shooting a butt-ugly Trailer Trash Tramp®.
Man, there cannot be anyone in SoCal who's as pathetic as Blake.
Except maybe Phil Spector.
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