Mark for the Babe

Every Saturday I come to the footy oval with my babe and watch a friendly game, I even join in with the game most of the time. I watch Nic handball over to Mark. He runs with his powerful legs, dribbling the old, crimson ball every few strides.
He kicks it.
It flies through the air.
Time seems to slow down.
Damn that Mark, I love him so much...