3) Hold the ring.
I know. You'd think this one would be the easiest. Easier than making a speech, right?
Not for me.
As soon as I was handed the ring, I felt as if I was entrusted with the sole object that would save the world from the Armageddon. I immediately tucked it away into the safe confines of my breast pocket. But within seconds of putting it in my pocket, I began mentally evaluating the security of my pocket and the craftsmanship in which it was sewed. Surely, if there was a faulty breast pocket out there in the world, it would be mine. I could actually feel the stitching begin to come undone. The pocket simply couldn't handle such a burden, weighed down not by the weight of the ring but by the consequences of what it would mean to lose it.
And as I thought about how they were all watching me to see if I was going to touch my left nipple again, I only had one thought in my mind:
|Yea, I'm not good at fake-crying either.|
But that is still not the hardest responsibility that a best man has to undertake. Come back tomorrow to read about what it takes to sit next to the groom.