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_Past
Stories
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BGB
Captain or 007?
This
story has no intention to embarrass our team captain, it's just a story
to entertain. However, if it draws out a few shouts of laughter then it's
not my fault.
It was a great day for a tournament... The sun was shining and the smell
of paint in the air made everything perfect... After the captains meeting
and a small team meeting we were at the chrono and ready to rock. The
first team we encountered was equipped with all spyders. We stepped onto
the field, the ref blew his whistle and it was time. We all scurried off
to your bunkers and began to fire. We quickly eliminated two of their
four men. However, we lost two of our men and it was a dead standoff when
time ran out. This was just a warm-up for what was about to happen.
The second game was a totally different story. A class "A" amateur team,
suited with shockers and cockers. After a little chit-chat between players,
we removed out barrel plugs and got into position. The ref yells go, and
as quick as that we lost 1 man. Without a chance to think, we were in
poor position for an attack. Two of us quickly moved in and were eliminated
from the endless spray of paint. One man was left. It was 4 v 1 and there
was no chance in hell BGB was going to come back. The other team started
to flank left and right to close in on our captain. With fire in his eyes,
(or a load in his pants) he sprinted across the field somehow locking
onto one of their players. He hit one dead center chest and got us 10
pts out of a situation that looked bleak. Was it a good decision? You
decide...
 ~Jeff Lent (Co-Captain)
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