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My immodest proposal to Jeanie Buss

A bet, an offer of marriage and a missed opportunity to call Jerry Buss 'Dad.'

February 22, 2013|By Richard Gingras
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Jerry Buss was a mathematician, a chemist, a savvy entrepreneur, a flamboyant showman. He also might have been my father-in-law, had his daughter, Jeanie Buss, not acted with exquisite grace 25 years ago. Let me explain.

On April 28, 1985, I attended a Sunday afternoon picnic in a park. It happened to be on a day that the Los Angeles Lakers were playing the Boston Celtics, and I, a Celtics fan from birth, found myself surrounded by rabid Lakers enthusiasts. A bet was fashioned. If the Lakers lost, my friend would write a proposal of marriage to Celtics forward Larry Bird; if the Celtics lost, I would be required to ask Jerry Buss' daughter for her hand in marriage. The Celtics lost. My wager had bounced hard off the rim and back into my own face.

I contemplated my next step. How could I broach the question? What would Jeanie Buss think of such an off-the-wall proposal? And, most important, how would my wife react to my proposing to another woman? "Big Love" was still a couple of decades from its premiere.

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Two years passed with the wager unpaid. Two years of cruel goading from friends who had made my procrastination an issue of moral integrity. Embarrassed into action, I finally took pen in hand for a job as hard as driving the lane on Kareem.

I knew I had some explaining to do, so I plowed right in, laying out the bet and my obligation. Then I addressed what would probably be her first reaction: "Why is the question of marrying me, Jeanie Buss, the penalty for your lost wager?" I tried to explain my way out: "Winning your hand in marriage cannot and should not be painted in dark colors. You're vivacious, attractive, well-to-do. You've run a professional sports team. You've attracted the attentions of many a worthwhile suitor. After all, aren't you to blame for leaving [her then-boyfriend] Kiki Vandeweghe defenseless?"

I then came clean: "I must also point out that I'm married, happily married. With two lovely children, two adoring cats and a golden retriever."

Still, I did my best to close the deal. "I hope, Jeanie, that you now have some understanding of my plight. I'm a normally decent fellow who has allowed a gambler's arrogance to get him into a wager he wasn't prepared to lose. A Celtics fan, yes. A rascal and a ne'er-do-well, I plead not. Thus, I am led to my dutiful query: Will you, Jeanie Buss, revoke your comfortable existence for life with this newly humble though well-meaning fellow? Will you cast aside long family loyalties for betrothal to a fan of the Boston green? Will you reject the affections of men of height for a fellow 5' 9"? … Jeanie Buss, will you marry me?"

I added a postscript: "My wife, you should know, is aware of this proposal and has graciously agreed to a dissolution of our marriage should you decide to accept. As you can tell, my sweet mate has a bit of the gambling instinct in her blood also."

Two unsettling weeks passed before I received a response from Jeanie. I've somehow lost that letter, but my friends and wife remember it the same way I do. She was understanding and good-humored. She said she was charmed by my proposal but could not possibly cause harm to a loving wife who was far more understanding of me than I deserved.

She sent me packing with a gentle but determined hand, which meant I never shared the owner's box or had the right to offer strategic guidance to Phil Jackson. It also meant I never met her dad. I would have liked to. I would have told him he'd fathered a daughter with kindhearted grace and a nuanced wit — and that I was the son-in-law he never knew he didn't have.

Richard Gingras is a product development executive at Google, and will soon celebrate his 30th wedding anniversary.

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