MuckRaker
12-26-2000, 09:55 PM
Here's a couple of *Most Embarassing Moments*
While playing on a small speedball field 5-on-5; me and my partner were trying to flank a couple of guys in a nearby bunker. My partner took a position to provide cover fire for me, I ran forward, trying to circle the OpFor on his blind side. I didn't realize it, but I'd cross the boundry and out of the field, a Ref yelled at me to get back on the field or be called out. I stopped for second cause I couldn't hear the Ref that well ... the OpFor behind the bunker I was headed to jumped up and shot me about four times ... DUH.
A couple of weeks ago playing at Thunderbay in Tampa, on their extremely large Urban Field, The same partner and I had advanced about halfway up the north side of the field and were halted by some fire coming from a bunker about 30 yards in front of us. My Partner wasn't lucky enough to take cover and was hit several times. I managed to dart into the treeline and realized "Hey, those guys probably didn't see me, and now I can flank their asses." I moved along the tree line until I was behind their bunker, staring through a door at them. I raised my marker and started shooting. BLAP BLAP BLAP ... duds ... my paint had swollen and a ball was jamed in the feeder port. Unfortunately they heard my marker, turned and lit me up. I think I took eight hits in the chest. Later at the staging area they said that I scared the Piss out of them ... Lot of good that did me.
While playing on a small speedball field 5-on-5; me and my partner were trying to flank a couple of guys in a nearby bunker. My partner took a position to provide cover fire for me, I ran forward, trying to circle the OpFor on his blind side. I didn't realize it, but I'd cross the boundry and out of the field, a Ref yelled at me to get back on the field or be called out. I stopped for second cause I couldn't hear the Ref that well ... the OpFor behind the bunker I was headed to jumped up and shot me about four times ... DUH.
A couple of weeks ago playing at Thunderbay in Tampa, on their extremely large Urban Field, The same partner and I had advanced about halfway up the north side of the field and were halted by some fire coming from a bunker about 30 yards in front of us. My Partner wasn't lucky enough to take cover and was hit several times. I managed to dart into the treeline and realized "Hey, those guys probably didn't see me, and now I can flank their asses." I moved along the tree line until I was behind their bunker, staring through a door at them. I raised my marker and started shooting. BLAP BLAP BLAP ... duds ... my paint had swollen and a ball was jamed in the feeder port. Unfortunately they heard my marker, turned and lit me up. I think I took eight hits in the chest. Later at the staging area they said that I scared the Piss out of them ... Lot of good that did me.