as good as it gets

Are the greatest moments in life the big events -- the weddings, the babies, the triumphant comeback TV concerts in black leather? Or are they simple, stupid little victories that nobody else remembers but the victor himself? For me, memories don't come any warmer than the day I threw a tennis ball out of a moving car (approximate speed: 20-25mph) and caught it on one bounce. The throw was magnificent, but I still had to reach high to make the grab. I wasn't leaning out the window or anything -- just my arm was stuck out there. When I made the catch, my hand was above the roof of the car, and I kept it there for a moment after I secured the ball so the other three guys in the car could spin around and look out the back window to see if they could spot the ball rolling away. When they didn't see it, the drama built for a moment, and then I thrust my hand (and the ball) inside the car, and let out a victory cry. And then we all screamed together.