Working Girl Wines Go Girl Red - 2007
I remember the smell after I had completed the game. It wreaked of sweat, grass, and victory. It smelled like Working Girl Wines - Go Girl Red - 2007. The review of this wine is not favorable, but that's no reason not to enjoy a corktale with it.
Within the first eight minutes, the pitch warmed up and the legs had stretched. My speed was high, and I was feeling confident.
My first touch was soft and directed. I changed the pace of the ball, and touched off to our center mid, Jason. He hesitated, noticed my run down the center left flank and moved the ball forward. As the defender cleared the ball back up field, I regrouped my position and waited for the next attack.
The foul occurred a few yards from our side of mid field. I waved from the opposite side and started my run. The opposition's defense watched as I streaked down the right side and met the ball in mid stride. The goalie, who had been screaming at the foul was already at the box's edge when I released my shot. I met the goalie with my boot down, and stumbled as the ball skipped across the line.
The cheer only heightened my celebration as I slid across my knees near the corner flag. Within seconds my teammates had surrounded me and joined in our newly found lead.
The game ended in a draw at one, after our defender tackled their forward in the box. The call really could have gone either way, but in the 75th minute they were awarded a penalty that resulted in their game-tying goal.
To the victor go the spoils as they say, and the spoils took the shape of a tall sexy brunette built like a model. She was clearly more interested in the match than she was in me as a person, and the attention she received when I put her in my rover didn't hurt her affection either.
Back at the pad with my newest fan was just what I needed to relax after the match. We had enjoyed some dinner and were now relaxing on the couch. Things had gotten a little steamier, but at the moment we were just sitting up watching the tele.
The whiff I got of her Working Gal Wines - Go Girl Red - 2006 turned me completely off however, and it instantly changed the mood. It made me wonder if they used Limberger cheese instead of Lemberger grapes to make the wine. It smelled just like the game socks I just removed an hour earlier. To top that off, it was a remarkably intense wine, so I could smell it without even having to place my nose in the crystal.
I had to try this abomination of a wine just to satisfy my curiosities. The heat from my mouth indicated a higher alcohol content. My tongue snapped slight tannins from my taste, but the real detail was in the strong musty earth tone the wine filled my mouth with.
This wine was terrible, and unfortunately, told me a lot about my date.
"So, how'd you pick out this wine?" I asked
"Oh, I dunno, I guess I liked the label" she responded without hesitation.
I instantly thought of the debacles that are Yellow Tail wines, and new that picking out wine strictly based on the label can lead to disaster. It made me wonder if she chose me because of my jersey I wear on the pitch.
"It has an interesting bouquet"
"Yea, I don't really know about all that," she said, "I really just like all red wines".
Now what do I do, I thought to myself. I have a very sexy woman sitting on my couch wearing nothing but short shorts and a t-shirt. If I wanted, I could have my way with her, and probably never have to call her again. But the mere fact that she confirmed her lack of taste makes me wonder if she has the same low level standards for the men she beds.
As I handed the long black coat to her as she was leaving, she only looked back at me in complete surprise.
"I'm sorry hun, I'm just not feeling like myself tonight"
"But you scored a goal on your second cap! I wanted to party with you... if you know what I mean" she said with a last ditch effort.
"Good night" I said as I locked the door abruptly in her face.
Kicking back solo only stamped my standards on taste. There would be more goals, more women, and certainly more corktales.