He strolled in sporting a big smile, a pint glass filled with ice and a light amber liquid, and a big, honkin' ring. At last night's monthly poker game, the Phillies front-office employee who plays once in a while ambled in late and immediately was applauded by the dozen and change guys quaffing beers and placing bets and chasing flushes and straights. For he finally finally able to show us his World Series ring, which he and his colleagues had received earlier in the day. Good guy that he is, he passed it around and allowed each of us to take a look and slip it on for a few seconds. The first thing you notice is that the thing is damn heavy. It sits in your palm with impressive heft. The diamonds gleam. The Phillies "P" looks pristine. And our buddy's name on the side tells all who see it that he's no pretender--he's with the world effing champions. Now that's a card worth playing. | PRS
