Eh Ive seen a grown man cry. He was charged with murder.
The story is told about a judge in one of the 5 boros of NYC who was a real tough old bird. (The story has been attributed to other judges, too, but I credit this one.)
This particular judge presided over the vicious Double Murder trial of a very bad man. The defendant, as they say, after that full and fair trial before a jury of his peers, went down like a cheap whore. Guilty of both murders.
Come the sentencing day, the defendant stands there looking impassive. The judge blisters him for the way he spent his life and the horrible deeds he committed taking two lives, leaving grieving relatives behind and even ruining the lives of his own family. Finally, he pronounces the sentence. He gives the defendant the maximum sentence then allowed by law; two consecutive sentences of 25 to life.
This gets to the defendant. He starts to snivel and whine and cry. In a quavering voice, the ******* puss whimpers out to the Judge,
"50 to life? 50 to life? Judge, please. I can't be doin' no FIFTY to life!"
And the judge stares him down with beady ice cold blue eyes and responds impassively,
"That's ok, son, you just do as much as you can."
Even if that story isn't true, I don't care. I knew that judge and that's exactly what he would have said!