He gave her a ring, she gave him the finger

I heard this anecdote yesterday on the radio while I was driving through the North Country – Freddie Coleman on ESPN Radio was recounting the story, and as I heard it, I went through a ton of emotions – and you will as well. I wanted to make sure the story was legit – and, sure enough, a couple of Google searches later, I found a copy of the story here on the match.com website.

“My girlfriend and I had been together for about three years, and I was sure she was the one I wanted to marry. Problem was, I didn’t exactly have enough money to get her a good engagement ring. So, in order to raise funds, I put my collection of baseball trading cards on eBay. We’re talking a collection that spanned, like, 20 years, thanks to some cards handed down by my dad. I was totally bummed to part with them because they were so important to me, but I really, really loved this girl. I ended up making more than enough money to pay for a ring. Problem was, when I got down on one knee, she told me that she couldn’t see spending the rest of her life with me. I should’ve stuck with Shoeless Joe Jackson.”
— Owen, 26, Chagrin Falls, OH

Owtch.

Now I don’t know if Owen exists or not, and I don’t know if this was written as some sort of big eff ewe to whoever he was dating (and it sounds like “WAS” dating), but if it’s true… man, that woman is colder than Antarctica.

Now personally, I’ve done a lot of things for love.  Or at least what I thought I felt was love.  Dressed up in a gorilla costume to propose?  Done that.  Ate a bunch of crappy French fries?  Done that.  Hand-detailed a car after she got sick behind the wheel and blew chunks all over the dashboard?  Yep. Done that.

Trust me.  We fall in love and we think that person is going to be our “last first kiss.”  We dream of a beautiful life with a beachfront house and a Maltese and 2.5 kids.  Well, maybe not the Maltese.

But in the end, we find that our fantasies – our dreams – end up dashed on the rocks of reality.

My personal opinion – Owen’s never going to get the cards back.  The only thing he could really do at this point is to sell the ring on eBay and take the cash and go do something fun.

You know… vacation for one.

And who knows?  Maybe on that vacation he’ll find that special someone who, besides being sensitive and caring and gorgeous and understanding… probably has some unopened boxes of complete Upper Deck and Fleer and Topps card sets – and maybe even a PSA/DNA graded 9.0 or better of Shoeless Joe Jackson’s 1915 Cracker Jack card.