He had no idea that Bambie was fulfilling a dream, as the destination was not one that he had ever planned on going to. He would have been happier to ...stay in Bali.Mark didn’t like the huge smile she gave the man who was here to meet them. The look of appreciation as his eyes skimmed over her body, which was dressed almost identically to his minus the hat, also irked Mark.Mark had to admit that she did look sexy in her tight khaki shorts.Bambie had spied the man first.Her breath caught in her. The opposition kicked off and tried to pass their way towards our box. There was only one minute left in the four minutes of injury time. The opposition came close to scoring a couple of heart wrenching times but we managed to hold out. The clock went red and they went for it and tried a long ball into our box.I just watched the ball sail over my head and my heart stopped, it continued to fly in the air and fell right into the hands of our goalkeeper who fell to the ground, clutching the ball. It became immediately obvious to us that the midfielder for the Stingers didn't understand the play. He trapped the ball, looking for an immediate pass up the field into our territory. It was a classic mistake we saw often from unsuspecting teams. We had a play designed for just this type of kickoff, a play that rarely failed us. Our forwards raced in a triangulation toward the hapless midfielder with the ball, effectively cutting off any forward passing lanes. At the same time, our midfielders. "Here's something to celebrate with."Josh glanced at the bottle; a nondescript brown label said, "Bell's Ale." It even had an old-fashioned crimp top; Jackie handed him an opener, and he popped the top and took a swig. It was about as far from Bud Light as you could get, sort of sweetish, tasting a little of caramel. "Ye, gods, that's rich," he told Greg."Imported all the way from Kalamazoo," Greg said. "They make a nice little ale, though." Greg, where do you find all this stuff?" Mark.