This would really be funny if it wasn't Real.

Chris

NES Member
Joined
May 24, 2005
Messages
13,349
Likes
8,151
Location
Just east of Zone 9, but in Worcester County.
Feedback: 6 / 0 / 0
Well, Saturday was a major 'FU' day for me.

I had a match at Riverside to run. I show up about 6:30 and start setting up. I figure with 1.5 hours, it should go pretty easy.

Crap, my key card is on my scooter's keyring. I took the truck today... OK, lets see just how well the new fence really keeps out intruders. Lets just say I put some holes in my jeans and have a nice new bruise to show for my efforts, and I KNOW the weakest place to enter.

I load up my truck from the shed. OK, where is the key to the gate so I can just drive the stuff down the range... CRAP, you mean I have to CARRY IT ALL?

Oh thank GOD someone finally showed up to help. Did I mention it's now about 8am and I really should be preparing to greet my shooters, but I don't even have a single target up yet....

"OK, I put pasters and stapleguns at each range, but one of the timer cases is empty."

"What?"

"We're missing a timer"

"OH CRAP" 8:40am (did I mention first shot was at 9?)

I hoped that someone would have a timer we could borrow. Nope. OK, so i have to run home to get mine. Meanwhile, I ask Jon Green to start the shooters.

I make great time, but it's still 10 past 9 when I get back.

We split the shooters and get rolling.

"Ah Chris?"

"Yes, Turin, how's it going over there?"

"The timer isn't working."

(Did I mention it's now POURING?)

So, it's now past noon, I have my second squads waiting as I'm trying to finish the first up (well, at least those that are still there)

My "Special" stage is in absolute ruins due to the wind driven rain. No way to shoot it. No matter, morning group is gone.

Rain has stopped. (Thank god)

I start the afternoon group. I'm wasted. Can't tell you the number of times I screwed stuff up. I was taking forever to score targets as simple math just wasn't clicking.

Then, I steped on a rock wrong and twisted my ankle bad.

Finished up the classifier stages somehow. (Although I think I was annoying some of the shooters trying to move thing along quickly - I'm really sorry if I was abrasive)

I stood there looking at the remains of the Special Stage and asked the few people still standing around if they want to have some fun?

"Sure, what do you have in mind?"

"Give me 10 minutes to repair my stage"

"Go for it"

It took me more like 20 minutes, but they were patient.

So I started my course description:

"In an alternate universe a few years from now, Deval Patrick has been elected President of the United States. Beyond this door is the main office of the Liberal Socialist decision makers of his regeim. You are freedom fighters and must eliminate this threat to liberty. Remember, these are Liberals with their heads up their ass. Because of this, we want definitive head shots, in fact, better make it TWO."

We decided not to score, but just have fun eliminating Liberals.

First shooter goes in and starts making body shots. I yell "Head Shots". And the shooter stopped....

You see, I put T-shirts on the targets. But there wasn't any 'head'.

"They are Liberals with their heads up their ASS"

The targets were upside down with the head hanging out partially below the bottom of the T-shirt...

"What the hell are you using cover for? These are Liberals, they are cowering in fear and just standing there!"

After the shooters finished, one of them handed me their fully loaded Glock 9mm with 21 rounds and said "you need this - go get some liberals."

The gun Jammed on the fourth target (all really good head shots too) and I then placed the pistol down and proceeded to rip the targets down one by one by hand.

Felt a LOT better. OK, my ankle still hurt, but my spirits were better.

The guys helped me clean up. (THANK YOU!!!!!)

I spent the rest of the weekend very ill making frequent runs from bed to the bathroom. Just started feeling a little better about 5pm and had a small bowl of Chicken soup. I just finihsed picking up all the score sheets from the basement where I had hung them to dry out near the dehumidifier.

Forgive me if I don't post the results right now.

I need to get back to bed.

Can I have a Mulligan on this weekend? Please?

Oh, and somewhere between the club and home, I managed to misplace the match fees. I can only hope it's in the truck or locked in the shed at the club somewhere. Wait until I have to explain to the wife that we have to come up with about $300 I lost. - Compared to her reaction, I suspect that my weekend wasn't as bad as I thought...
 
Last edited:
Can I have a Mulligan on this weekend? Please?

Do you REALLY want to do it over? Hope your feeling better, especially the ankle. I've destroyed both of mine more time than I care to count.
 
Back
Top Bottom