In 1926, William Wrigley, the chewing gum entrepreneur and owner of the Chicago Cubs named his team’s stadium “Wrigley Field”. He had “skin in the game”. These days when a city builds a new sports arena, it frequently offers the naming rights to the highest bidder.
Thirty years ago, I put my “skin in the game” when I bought a diamond ring and asked Plaintiff to be my wife. When she began having our children, they took my last name because I had married their mother. I “purchased” the naming rights for future off-spring by marrying the manufacturer. (She’s going to kill me when she reads this.)
Having watched Plaintiff burn the stems off of three children, I came to terms with the fact that I had failed to provide my father with someone to carry on the family name. If you’ve been reading the blog for a while, you probably figured out by now that one of my Crown Princesses is currently “with child” and not quite yet married. I thought that I had found a loop hole. A sure fire way to keep the family name alive for another generation without much effort. One of my beloved daughters would simply have a child before getting married, that grandchild would naturally have my last name, thus representing my father into the next generation.
I was shocked when she informed me recently that the baby will have the last name of the father. Although I like the young man, I was shocked to learn that I could of avoided paying the ultimate price for the naming rights and still had the stadium named after me! How come nobody ever told me about this? Do you think that I can sue Plaintiff for failing to give me all of my options so that I could make a more informed decision?
Just a thought….