There comes a point in every journalist's life when he knows he's arrived.
For some, it's a Pulitzer Prize or a Hall of Fame induction. For me, it was receiving a can of pink tennis balls.
I found the can at my desk a few weeks ago. They had that new-tennis-ball smell. They could bounce with the best of them. And the message inscribed on each of them made worth of my existence here on earth.
COME CELEBRATE MARIA SHARAPOVA'S 18th BIRTHDAY, HOSTED BY MOTOROLA.