Rings.

I wear one ring and have for almost fourteen years -- that, of course, being my wedding band. I'm not much on jewelry, but today I got three rings in the mail.


BAZGO!!

This got me thinking about the handful of rings I've worn throughout my life -- the first making me slightly nauseous.

Back in the early 80s, my family took a summer trip to Tennessee where a Dukes of Hazzard obsessed child came home with a confederate flag ring from some random souvenir shop. This certainly wasn't a racist thing. It wasn't even a Southern thing. It was a Dukes of Hazzard thing.

As much as I hate the sight of this flag today, I still have the ring buried in a box of random stuff from when I was a kid. I won't dignify its existence with a photo here though.

. . .

Just a year or two later, in 1982, the St. Louis Cardinals defeated the Milwaukee Brewers in the World Series. Every Cardinal fan I knew celebrated and everyone else jumped on the bandwagon and celebrated, too. It was around this time that I made one of my first anti-establishment choices and became a Cubs fan...but first I got my hands on a cheap commemorative championship ring.

These days, this thing's long gone and I've scoured the internet looking for an image of it but have come up empty so far. In most cases, I'd just call my brother and get a photo of his as we often ended up with similar souvenirs in cases like this. Unfortunately, this is one case where I actually took better care of my stuff than he did after he left his ring on a sink in a Steak & Shake bathroom.

. . .

In seventh grade -- roughly 1988 -- my school took a Beta Club trip to the SIU campus in Carbondale where we also stopped at the local mall. While I was there, I picked up some new buttons for my Levi's denim jacket, some sunglasses with round lenses so I could look like the Kirk Pengilly from INXS, and a cheap ring with the image of a peace sign.

The ring turned my finger green in less than a day and went in the trash.

. . .

High school rolled around and it became time to place orders for class rings. This one I've still got.


A fake ruby (my birth stone) with a wildcat (my school's mascot) and a cross (I was a pretty good kid).

 

I can't say I wore this one much -- although a girl I dated in high school did wrap yarn around it and wore it for a while.

Jeez. Who did I think I was? Zack freakin' Morris?

. . .

A decade later, I got married and got my hands on a ring that hasn't left my  finger for more than a few minutes in almost fourteen years.


White gold. Inscribed on the inside with "I believe...it will be forever."

These words come from the first song Amy and I danced to at our wedding reception -- Stevie Wonder's I Believe (When I Fall In Love With You It Will Be Forever).


For the record, yes, that's also the song that plays during the credits of High Fidelity.

. . .

Then today. The arrival of three replica rings celebrating the World Series championships of my beloved Chicago Cubs.

1907.


1908.


2016.


. . .

And now is the point where Cardinal fans tell me they don't have enough fingers for all of their rings.

Bling bling.

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