"De Murr," he repeated, tipping his head a little as he frowned at the idea of a Prius. No wonder Ty would have called for another ride to the hotel and camp. Ty was sort of a rebel, even in Germany. Hell, he seemed to have become just a bit of a rockstar there.

"Yeah, well- Barca beat them, so it all worked out. Besides, we'd never have won with Marcos out." Their back-up wasn't the worst, but he was not superstar. "Next year, though? Next year I promise to have you ducking." He grinned and winked at Carlos as their car pulled up to them. He put his bags in truck, making sure to leave room for Carlos before they both got into the car for the ride back to the hotel.

"So, what group do you think we'll get?" He asked, leaning back in his seat as he scrubbed his hair. "Personally, I'm hoping we get France in the group. They played like shit the last couple of games. You?"