The other day, my 13 year-old son and I happened into the San Francisco Giants’ store at a nearby mall. Okay, honestly, we’re both suckers for hometown team apparel and were looking at this season’s crop of warm jackets.
[As an aside, what you’ve heard is completely true. Unlike almost the entire rest of the country, it really is cold in San Francisco during baseball season.]
After taking complete stock of the store’s inventory of warm things, we stopped by the gift counter and noticed the rings that were created for fans to commemorate the Giants’ 2010 World Series Championship. And my son and I agreed that they’re pretty handsome.
As we talked about which model of ring we preferred (the one without the diamonds, as I recall), another man and his son came over to the case. My son Giggy noticed it first but I did soon after – the man was wearing what looked like a real World Series ring, the kind the players and team officials got. Giggy looked at me with questioning eyes, then whispered to me: “Is it?” It sure looked like it, I said. But I figured I’d remove any doubt, so I asked.
“Excuse me, is that a real World Series ring you’re wearing?”
“Yes, it is. I work in the clubhouse; I do laundry. The team gave me a ring. Isn’t that something?”
“It’s amazing. How great for you.”
“Think other teams would do that? No way.”
“It’s beautiful. Thanks for showing it to us.”
“My pleasure. Thanks for asking.”
Giggy couldn’t take his eyes off the man’s enormous ring but my eyes drifted over to the man’s son. He was looking up at his dad with a huge smile and, what seemed to me, boundless pride in his eyes.
What a lucky man, I thought. Not all of us get that kind of moment to shine in our kids’ eyes.
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Such a great story! Thanks.