gotspy
01-27-2003, 04:23 AM
So I show up at the place and I'm trying to find out if the table we usually use (Which had trash all over it and looked like it was in use at the time) was actually in use. There's this little fat "Fer" there that is talking to someone about a marker, looks up at me then rolls his eyes and ignores me. (By the way, he didn't bring his own gear, he was just there to look cool and show everyone how to smoke cigarettes)
"O.K. you think you're the man at 16/17, whatever." I think to myself, so I ask someone else and they didn't know so we went elsewhere.
A few minutes later a bunch of other punks show up and they're all buddy buddy with "Joe Man". I've played with them in the past a few times and we all got along no problems.
So we head out on the field, and I run up to this bunker that had WAY less cover than I thought it did. Every time I'd pop up/out to shoot I'd already have ten balls headed my way, and it was getting worse fast! So I duck and run back, just as I move off the bunker I get nailed in the back of the head. (That not only stings, but tells people that you got shot while running away, you tell me which is worse)
So after the game I got up to the guy that gacked me and tell him that was a sweet shot. He just nods his head at me and smiles. As I'm turning to walk away, "Joe Cool" looks like he's going to offer some words of wisdom to help me improve my game. Instead he puts out his butt (Like a 16 year old would, not a real smoker.) and says, "Yeah, I hate it when that happens." Then turns to his other punk buddy and says, "Newbies."
Maybe I was having a bad day, or maybe I just hate the fact that the only field my friends want to go to is the one with the most attitude, but I had enough of this jerk. "Newbie? Yeah, I'm not the best but I'll take you on any day of the week. Oh but then you didn't bring you gear, so I guess that's out. Tell me what's it like to be 16 and watching other people play on a saturday night instead of out with a girlfriend you fat four eyed little "F"." So now he's just standing there staring at me, and all of his little friends are like "Uh-Oh".
So I continue, (I was told later that I looked pretty POed, which I was) "Yeah, stand there and stare like you just got kicked in the nuts, you may think you're the man at speed ball and maybe you are with your spiffy cocker..." Well you get the gist of it; it pretty much went down hill from there.
Looking back, I wish I had made a better comment that made everyone laugh at him instead, but oh well. He left a few minutes after that. The next game I got into, there were two "tourney" guys and we worked really well together, so after the game I was BSing with them, and it turns out the guy I was yelling at was the head of "TEAM Buttmuchers" or some stupid thing like that. They then told me that he and the rest of his "team" are all losers that think they are the best.
So the rest fo the night went better, and these guys that knew a heck of a lot more than me, taught me a few things.
Moral of the story? If you're of the age where you can date, and you're standing around a painball place (One that is devoid of the ladies) and you didn't bring any gear, and it's a saturday night, don't talk down to other people, because the biggest loser there has got to be you... Why? because if you're there and not at a party or with you girlfriend (Or boyfriend, hey, I'm equal opportunity, ya know? Well - not ME, but to each their own) then you must be a putz. :eek: :laugh:
O.K. story time over, boss beating me, must work.
OH YEAH! And gotspy.com is open for business now, so if you don't buy something, tell someone who will, since almost all of my profits go to playing paintball. - SUPPORT THE SPORT!-
"O.K. you think you're the man at 16/17, whatever." I think to myself, so I ask someone else and they didn't know so we went elsewhere.
A few minutes later a bunch of other punks show up and they're all buddy buddy with "Joe Man". I've played with them in the past a few times and we all got along no problems.
So we head out on the field, and I run up to this bunker that had WAY less cover than I thought it did. Every time I'd pop up/out to shoot I'd already have ten balls headed my way, and it was getting worse fast! So I duck and run back, just as I move off the bunker I get nailed in the back of the head. (That not only stings, but tells people that you got shot while running away, you tell me which is worse)
So after the game I got up to the guy that gacked me and tell him that was a sweet shot. He just nods his head at me and smiles. As I'm turning to walk away, "Joe Cool" looks like he's going to offer some words of wisdom to help me improve my game. Instead he puts out his butt (Like a 16 year old would, not a real smoker.) and says, "Yeah, I hate it when that happens." Then turns to his other punk buddy and says, "Newbies."
Maybe I was having a bad day, or maybe I just hate the fact that the only field my friends want to go to is the one with the most attitude, but I had enough of this jerk. "Newbie? Yeah, I'm not the best but I'll take you on any day of the week. Oh but then you didn't bring you gear, so I guess that's out. Tell me what's it like to be 16 and watching other people play on a saturday night instead of out with a girlfriend you fat four eyed little "F"." So now he's just standing there staring at me, and all of his little friends are like "Uh-Oh".
So I continue, (I was told later that I looked pretty POed, which I was) "Yeah, stand there and stare like you just got kicked in the nuts, you may think you're the man at speed ball and maybe you are with your spiffy cocker..." Well you get the gist of it; it pretty much went down hill from there.
Looking back, I wish I had made a better comment that made everyone laugh at him instead, but oh well. He left a few minutes after that. The next game I got into, there were two "tourney" guys and we worked really well together, so after the game I was BSing with them, and it turns out the guy I was yelling at was the head of "TEAM Buttmuchers" or some stupid thing like that. They then told me that he and the rest of his "team" are all losers that think they are the best.
So the rest fo the night went better, and these guys that knew a heck of a lot more than me, taught me a few things.
Moral of the story? If you're of the age where you can date, and you're standing around a painball place (One that is devoid of the ladies) and you didn't bring any gear, and it's a saturday night, don't talk down to other people, because the biggest loser there has got to be you... Why? because if you're there and not at a party or with you girlfriend (Or boyfriend, hey, I'm equal opportunity, ya know? Well - not ME, but to each their own) then you must be a putz. :eek: :laugh:
O.K. story time over, boss beating me, must work.
OH YEAH! And gotspy.com is open for business now, so if you don't buy something, tell someone who will, since almost all of my profits go to playing paintball. - SUPPORT THE SPORT!-