I feel like a Beatles’ song this morning.
I should’ve known better.
Yes, like nearly 99% of you I looked at the model of the Ravens Super Bowl Ring and thought it was a train wreck and personally I thought its origin was the middle of a Cracker Jacks’ box. Saying that it was ugly was a gross injustice to all things that are ugly.
It looked hideous!
I even wondered if the ring was a plant – that some clever member of the Ravens’ PR Department slipped the picture to a reporter who was supposed to keep it under wraps but driven by an insatiable desire to break a story (as if that has the pre-social media value that it once had) just couldn’t resist putting it “out there.”
For all I know it could’ve been a trap but either way, I should have known better.
I’m blessed with the access to see the Ravens building, talk to their people and absorb first-hand the class and quality that is at the core of the organization. Why I even remotely thought the garbage floating around on the web yesterday was going to be the symbol of the team’s historic 2012 season is unexplainable. I now know how silly many of you feel after falling annually for my April Fool’s Day pranks.
At the end of the day all is well. The rings are sweet and the players, coaches and deserving administrative staff are all elated.
Yet it begs the question, which ring is better, XXXV’s or XLVII’s?