June 17, 2003
IT'S ALL ABOUT THE RING
I want to tell you about my day.
Not all of it. Just the 10 seconds of my day that I got to wear the 2003 Super Bowl ring won by the Tampa Bay Buccaneers.
Seems that the team is rewarding it's major "Pewter Partners" (read: major financial sponsors) with championship rings this year.
My employer is one of those partners.
Today, word got around that our ring had arrived. All $16,000 of it.
A co-worker cajoled a colleague to bring it by for a look-see.
And a few of us tucked it into a darkened conference room to take a private gander.
And then we took turns trying it on.
And then I tried it on. And it fit like Cinderella's slipper.
It was insanely huge and gaudy. Diamonds all over that mutha. It had inscriptions on the side that I didn't have the coherence to read, much less remember.
Did I mention that it fit? And that my finger was the only one in the room that it fit?
Sure makes it tough to take off when it fits, let me tell you.
Word spread through the building. What started as a secret became public knowledge fairly quickly.
And after about 30 minutes of gasping and giggling and photo taking, it was put back inside the chestnut box in which it came and smuggled back out to its secret hiding place.
And that was my day.