Ebonclaw
06-09-2002, 11:50 AM
Well....11 teams showed...considering the best expected was 10, we had a good turnout. One team (Smack Down) showed up at their first tournament, with experience under their belts (been playing for a long time, but first tourny so they could play) and were shooting Timmys and an Imp. They played great. More on that later. Another team had just gotten a few new members, and even though the new members hadn't played any tournys yet, they were sponsored and recived team benefits. They were shooting DarkStars, which I loved at first and grew to see a few problems. Darkstar looks to be a decent gun, but nowhere near what I expected. Team Naughty Donkey showed up, their third tourny, and they played hard. And of course Wicked Twister showed up shooting some tricked guns that I liked.
A few newbie mistakes here and there, and we woulda had 3rd, maybe 2nd. But here's the deal. It was point based, and we scored high a couple of games. But finally it got to the last game (we were playing Smack Down, who had won nearly every game). To cinch first place, they needed to score 10 points. For us to take third we had to max them. So they were playing hard for first and we were playing ahrd for third. Whistle blew, I ran to my first bunker, while having paint rained on me. They decided to shift their focus so almost immediatly when I heard me temamate's bunkers getting pelted, I ran up to the 30 snake, and worked it till I was about at the 40, at the end of the snake. I put a few down on a guy in front of me...the ref ran to check him, he kept shooting and so did I. As he was being checked I nailed his hopper. Beautiful. They hadn't scored yet, or gotten the pull, and I was in a great spot to defend the flag. The only problem is we had to GET the flag and every point. Their man was centered, at the 40, at the bunker behind the flag, and I knew my team was still in the back way. I realized if I could make the 50, and the stack of tires there, I could angle the otehr two and shoot them out with ease. I ran for it, and dropped a few shots at the man in the bunker behind the flag, and felt myself get hit in the shoulder. I slid behind the bunker, and a ref ran to check, and pulled me. I watched the rest of the game unfold. After pulling me, he ran to check the guy I had shot at. Clean, and he ran for the flag and pulled it. He was immediatly shot by my teammate, but they had won, though we didn't know at the time if they had gotten the pull yet. I watched my two men pick off their last one, and we grabbed and hung the flag, beating the best team out there, much to everyone's surprise. We got some nice 4th place prizes, which was preferred over the 3rd place, since we had just bought new Jerseys. So, I now have a 6+1 harness and 6 new 140 round VL tubes. Due to a minor miscalcution on the behalf of National Pball, the pack held 100 round tubes. Oh well. It was camo and didn't look good on me anyway, but that game made it all worth it. We hung around and talked with Smack Down who were really cool guys and they congradulated us on playing standup hardcore ball. They were awesome guys to play with. There was one other game that stood out. My battery died on the field. I traded spots with my middle man, who covered me while I grabbed the flag and hung it. Just goes to show: you ain't got paint on you, you ain't out.
A few newbie mistakes here and there, and we woulda had 3rd, maybe 2nd. But here's the deal. It was point based, and we scored high a couple of games. But finally it got to the last game (we were playing Smack Down, who had won nearly every game). To cinch first place, they needed to score 10 points. For us to take third we had to max them. So they were playing hard for first and we were playing ahrd for third. Whistle blew, I ran to my first bunker, while having paint rained on me. They decided to shift their focus so almost immediatly when I heard me temamate's bunkers getting pelted, I ran up to the 30 snake, and worked it till I was about at the 40, at the end of the snake. I put a few down on a guy in front of me...the ref ran to check him, he kept shooting and so did I. As he was being checked I nailed his hopper. Beautiful. They hadn't scored yet, or gotten the pull, and I was in a great spot to defend the flag. The only problem is we had to GET the flag and every point. Their man was centered, at the 40, at the bunker behind the flag, and I knew my team was still in the back way. I realized if I could make the 50, and the stack of tires there, I could angle the otehr two and shoot them out with ease. I ran for it, and dropped a few shots at the man in the bunker behind the flag, and felt myself get hit in the shoulder. I slid behind the bunker, and a ref ran to check, and pulled me. I watched the rest of the game unfold. After pulling me, he ran to check the guy I had shot at. Clean, and he ran for the flag and pulled it. He was immediatly shot by my teammate, but they had won, though we didn't know at the time if they had gotten the pull yet. I watched my two men pick off their last one, and we grabbed and hung the flag, beating the best team out there, much to everyone's surprise. We got some nice 4th place prizes, which was preferred over the 3rd place, since we had just bought new Jerseys. So, I now have a 6+1 harness and 6 new 140 round VL tubes. Due to a minor miscalcution on the behalf of National Pball, the pack held 100 round tubes. Oh well. It was camo and didn't look good on me anyway, but that game made it all worth it. We hung around and talked with Smack Down who were really cool guys and they congradulated us on playing standup hardcore ball. They were awesome guys to play with. There was one other game that stood out. My battery died on the field. I traded spots with my middle man, who covered me while I grabbed the flag and hung it. Just goes to show: you ain't got paint on you, you ain't out.