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I went paintballing today in the backwoods Maryland town known as Taneytown, and, ladies and gentlemen, I dominated. If you're interested at all, you should read about our best game of the day:
It was a five-on five match on one of the smaller fields. Our team consisted of myself, my friend Daniel, this kid Danny who was really annoying but earned his keep in this game, one old guy, and one huge guy.
At the opening of the game, the big guy stays back, the old guy runs off to the right never to be seen again, Danny falls back left, and Daniel and I break just forward and to the left. Daniel and I are quite the team on our own, but now we have cover fire on both sides. It was then that we worked out, almost telepathically, the strategy that would guide us for the rest of the day. We each fire a dozen rounds or so from our respective sides of the bunker and break out in opposite directions. Daniel fires on a bunker to the far left with an enemy behind it, long enough to get the kid scared, as I move in for the kill on the opposite side of that bunker. We immediately switch roles and he takes out a guy on the other side with the help of my cover fire. By this time, I am deep behind enemy lines on the left and Daniel is somewhere in the mid-right of the field.
Daniel is down
Now I'm pretty sure I'm all on my own in a very bad place. The ref calls one minute left. I think we've made the only two kills for our team so far. By now I'm lying chin-deep in mud with a barrage of paintballs assaulting my bunker. Then that sneaky little bugger Danny yells from behind me "Kevin, I've got your back!" and he starts firing on the other team. Keep in mind this kid has never played paintball before - he is absolutely no danger to anyone on this other team but they sure don't know that! Ref calls 30 seconds. I charge on up the left side and Danny takes my place in that bunker. I take out one enemy at a frighteningly close range - he was hiding between two barriers and I could have never gotten him without charging up on his side. Out of the corner of my eye I catch a glimpse of one kid on the other team hiding all the way back in the deepest corner of the enemy territory. Ten seconds left. I finally charge up that side, somehow avoiding all of his shots by staying low, jump across to the far (and unexpected) side of the barrier, and pick him off just as time is called. Really, we clearly won that round anyway without taking him out, but I wanted to add injury to insult.
My brother was watching the game from behind a net, and he said it looked like a professional match the way we all worked together. I'm going paintballing again really soon this year.
After paintball, I came home and got all cleaned up for church, as some called it "a near overdose of church." Yeah I was real tired from a day of paintball and I was all kinds of sleepy in church. I'm so glad I got through it without falling asleep somewhere in there.
MiliVaniliTrkStr: WOOO COLLEGE PARK
MiliVaniliTrkStr: WOOOO
MiliVaniliTrkStr: and in your journal, that which you are missing is inebriation... in costa rica i am doing this very much....
The man has a point! And he sucks because he's partying hard in Costa Rica!
EDIT: Flack is drunk as a skunk - hahaha!
It was a five-on five match on one of the smaller fields. Our team consisted of myself, my friend Daniel, this kid Danny who was really annoying but earned his keep in this game, one old guy, and one huge guy.
At the opening of the game, the big guy stays back, the old guy runs off to the right never to be seen again, Danny falls back left, and Daniel and I break just forward and to the left. Daniel and I are quite the team on our own, but now we have cover fire on both sides. It was then that we worked out, almost telepathically, the strategy that would guide us for the rest of the day. We each fire a dozen rounds or so from our respective sides of the bunker and break out in opposite directions. Daniel fires on a bunker to the far left with an enemy behind it, long enough to get the kid scared, as I move in for the kill on the opposite side of that bunker. We immediately switch roles and he takes out a guy on the other side with the help of my cover fire. By this time, I am deep behind enemy lines on the left and Daniel is somewhere in the mid-right of the field.
Daniel is down
Now I'm pretty sure I'm all on my own in a very bad place. The ref calls one minute left. I think we've made the only two kills for our team so far. By now I'm lying chin-deep in mud with a barrage of paintballs assaulting my bunker. Then that sneaky little bugger Danny yells from behind me "Kevin, I've got your back!" and he starts firing on the other team. Keep in mind this kid has never played paintball before - he is absolutely no danger to anyone on this other team but they sure don't know that! Ref calls 30 seconds. I charge on up the left side and Danny takes my place in that bunker. I take out one enemy at a frighteningly close range - he was hiding between two barriers and I could have never gotten him without charging up on his side. Out of the corner of my eye I catch a glimpse of one kid on the other team hiding all the way back in the deepest corner of the enemy territory. Ten seconds left. I finally charge up that side, somehow avoiding all of his shots by staying low, jump across to the far (and unexpected) side of the barrier, and pick him off just as time is called. Really, we clearly won that round anyway without taking him out, but I wanted to add injury to insult.
My brother was watching the game from behind a net, and he said it looked like a professional match the way we all worked together. I'm going paintballing again really soon this year.
After paintball, I came home and got all cleaned up for church, as some called it "a near overdose of church." Yeah I was real tired from a day of paintball and I was all kinds of sleepy in church. I'm so glad I got through it without falling asleep somewhere in there.
MiliVaniliTrkStr: WOOO COLLEGE PARK
MiliVaniliTrkStr: WOOOO
MiliVaniliTrkStr: and in your journal, that which you are missing is inebriation... in costa rica i am doing this very much....
The man has a point! And he sucks because he's partying hard in Costa Rica!
EDIT: Flack is drunk as a skunk - hahaha!