Yesterday, at our church picnic, Emily and I earned eternal glory by winning the egg-tossing contest.
Note the dejected losers in the background, covered in egg goo, wishing they had skills like us.
In our ecstatic delirium, we conjured up grander ambitions. I would run as far as I could, and she would throw the egg. Then I would catch it. We would be invincible--like Boris from Goldeneye.It happened just the way these things are supposed to. I ran farther, farther, farther.
She threw (rendering of actual event)...
..and I got covered in egg.
But, yes, to your question. Our earlier triumph is still just as sweet.