A woman I have been seeing is cousins with Cliff Politte, who pitched last year in the World Series for the Chicago White Sox. Tonite was his sister's birthday and we all went out for dinner. I had not met him until tonite. He was a very nice guy and a very funny guy, who told a TON of stories about some of your favorite (and not so favorite) White Sox.
He was wearing his World Series Ring and I was definately eyeballing it. He was telling how it was orignially yellow gold on the bottom, while the top was white gold. He had it redone, because he thought it looked tacky. The thing had like a bajillion diamonds and was cool as shit.
He takes it off and hands it to me to check out, and he goes on with his conversation he was having. So, I slipped it onto my finger and snapped a quick photo with my camera phone.
Never in a million years did I imagine I would have one of those things in the same room as me, let alone be allowed to touch it and wear it.
Pretty neat. I was at Slugger Field here in Louisville last year watching the Bats play the Mud Hens and I was in our company's seats - nice ones behind home. Sitting next to us were a couple of older guys will some HUGE rings. Turns out they were coaches (guys I hadn't heard of) with the Reds at their last WS Championship. So I got a good closeup look, but didn't get to wear it.
We'll be back right after order has been restored here in the Omni Center.
Funny story, his sister whose birthday it was, is very, VERY competitive type. One of those "one uppers" but in a fun way. Anyhow, she was saying "I dont know what the big deal is about a world series ring" and he says "Tell that to Barry Bonds".
Here's the other photo I took, not real clear but you can see a little better how many diamonds are on it.
Those things are beautiful. The Sox just completed a raffle where they gave away three rings, and in the run-up to it they had ticket sellers with full replica rings and even in those you could see they looked amazing.
Sadly the closest I've come is getting my picture with the WS trophy
That's actually a statue, although it does look like some guy with a deep tan. Bullitt and I walked past him on the way to the pub crawl, and I thought, "Oh, poor naked statue", so I lent him my cowboy hat for a picture.