You can walk into any sports bar in America for the rest of your life and say, “I won the World Series.” The bartender might roll their eyes, but the guy next to you will nod with respect. You get a lifetime pass to talk smack about the Yankees, the Cubs, or whoever you beat. (Even if your team loses next year, nobody can take away that ring.)
Oh, and one more thing: you get a phone call from the President—if they’re a fan. If not, maybe a form letter. But Dave doesn’t know about that yet. He’s still swinging a plastic bat in his backyard, dreaming of that 30-pound silver beast. I think I’ll let him keep dreaming. It’s cheaper than buying him a ring.
