I’m that person that gets chosen to participate in a local radio contest for a chance to win $10,000 cash and a brand new Honda Civic. But I’m also the kind of person that loses thanks to a game of rock paper scissors.
I’m that person who last minute decides to go to a sold-out concert, pays more than she should have for nose-bleed tickets and is then randomly upgraded to front row, front and center tickets.
And this week, I was the person who found a half carat diamond buried in a baseball field.
What luck, am I right?!
But I also don’t know if it’s part personality, part determination on my end. It can’t all be by chance, right?
I mean I had no stinkin’ clue where that diamond was buried but I did have a gut feeling and a pretty legit game plan before walking on that field.
Here’s the story:
I guess at the last home game of each season, the Tri-City Valley Cats bury a half carat diamond on their field for one lucky woman to find. Don’t get me started on the whole woman thing… but that’s another blog post. Well, we were a couple innings into the game and a co-worker of the beau asked me if I was signed up for the “Diamond Dig!” Nope, but I was intrigued. I did look at the beau at one point and told him that if I won, I’d sell it for money toward our debt. So, I marched downstairs and signed myself up.
And also asked the rep. a ton of questions!
Where is the diamond buried? Between third and first base in the warning track.
Is it a diamond? It’s a necklace pendant.
When did they bury it? Overnight.
How many people are participating? I thought she said 150, but the real answer was 115.
She told me they’d give me a wooden spoon to dig with once I gave them my ticket / entered the field.
For the entire rest of the game, that was all I could think about. I just sat there staring at the field, trying to visualize where that diamond was buried. When it was the bottom of the 9th inning, we all walked downstairs to line up… and this is where the first decision was made. You could enter the field on the left (third base) or right (first base). I immediately said right while the other women wanted to go left… they did follow me. We lined up and chatted with a woman in line who seemed like a pro. She had participated over the last couple of years but had never won – close but not enough. She did tell us that it would be in a box and that after some time, they’d give us clues. Okay I thought, I’ve got this.
Once on the field with a wooden spoon in hand, a few of us took a selfie together (not me, remember, no phone) and did a little team on three chant. I mean it was all fun and games but I wanted to be the winner. I proceeded to look around, trying to see any clue or difference in the soil – nothing. 3, 2, 1…
And we all started digging! Or I should say, scratching at the dirt. Hard as a rock! I felt like I was just scratching the surface, so I moved on to a different patch: same. We were digging for what felt like only a minute when the guy on the microphone stopped us all to give us a clue: everyone from the home plate to third base was on the wrong side of the field. I knew it! I knew I had chosen the correct side! In that moment I blocked out the rush of women coming toward us and got back down on the ground to try something new.
I’m not going to share my tactic in hopes of giving it a-go again at next year’s game, but within what felt like 10 seconds I knew I had found it. Dirt was flying and there it was, the plastic bag containing a box with the necklace inside. I shot my arm up in the air, bag in hand, and yelled “I FOUND IT!” From there, pure laughter. Mostly because I had found it so fast, partly because I couldn’t believe it. Had I just manifested this find?!
The rest was a blur: photographs, meeting the jeweler, showing other women what the diamond looked like. I was in shock – it was larger than I had expected AND I couldn’t wait to see the look on the beau’s face.
He too was laughing! “Of course you found the diamond!” he said when I marched up the stairs to greet him with a kiss. I just couldn’t believe it! The fireworks started but I could barely concentrate, as my adrenaline was high.
Was it luck that I had chosen that spot to dig? I was within a five foot radius of the diamond the entire time. My tactic might have been spot on but if I had chosen the other side of the field, I would have been out of luck. Or would I have been out of time?
Either way, I’m still super happy and can’t wipe the smile off of my face.
I’m not a diamond kind of gal and am still up in the air with what I should do with the pendant. How does one even go about selling a diamond?! I’ve got another necklace and pair of earrings at home from a previous relationship… help a girl out.
Needless to say, I’m wearing the diamond today and loving it.