Evil Bob
06-20-2003, 02:53 PM
I've been prompted by a couple people to share this story with the rest of you.
I played at Jailhouse Paintball in Monterey, California, this past weekend, it was a blast playing on their combo indoor/outdoor field that used to be the old Provost Marshall jailhouse at Fort Ord.
I live in Santa Cruz, which is 50 miles north of Monterey, I had prepped everything on Friday night to go play. Set out everying on the couch for a quick pickup and shuffle to the car Sat morning to make it to the field by 9 am.
Now this is where the conspiracy theory kicks in, my wife didn't want me to go play at all last weekend, so I highly suspect that she stole the battery charger for my Emag sometime during the night, thinking that if my marker doesn't work, I won't play. On top of this, she keeps pestering me (hugging and kissing me) Saturday morning as I'm trying to pack the car and leave the house. The final clue that this was intentional was when I came home to find the battery charger coiled up and sitting on my pillow on the bed.
Anyway, back to the story... I stop in Watsonville for gas, a 20 minute drive from the house, and go digging through the gear looking for the battery charger, can't find it. I call the house and ask the wife if she sees it lying on the couch, she says "nope, its not on the couch" which was the truth because she had hidden it somewhere else. I said "[insert your favorite expletive here]" and she said "does that mean you're coming home?" and I said "no, I'm still going, I'll figure something out, I'll throw the balls by hand if I have to". It would have taken another 20 mins to drive home and would have made me easily an hour late to the field, meaning I'd miss the first couple of games of the day, so I decided to just hit the road and wing it.
Arrived at the field in time to make the first game. During the thrid game, the low battery signal appears in the LED display and the battery pretty much gave out completely by the end of the game. This basicly meant death as I run both my HALO TE and my warp off of the emag's battery. Fortunately, I was prepared in the event the warp went down and had brought the CF ULE body and ULE rail so I could remove the warp entirely and keep playing. I chucked some AA's into the HALO and swapped the bodies and rails between games and played the rest of the day on manual mode.
When I got home the wife asked me how it went, and I told her I played every game and had a great time. She asked me if I had borrowed a gun. So I asked her "now why would I have to borrow a gun to play?" and she comes back with "because you forgot your battery charger here at the house and your battery died?" and I said "yep, it died, but I kept playing anyway" and kissed her on the forehead. She got that look on her face that said "curses, foiled again".
So the morals to this story are:
1) "my wife is truely evil and I should most likely do some serious revisioning to my will and write her competely out of it for fear of her trying to kill me for the money at a later date"
2) "manual mode is a godsend, I don't know where I would be without it... actually yes I do, I'd be at home with my wife instead of playing paintball"
-Evil Bob
I played at Jailhouse Paintball in Monterey, California, this past weekend, it was a blast playing on their combo indoor/outdoor field that used to be the old Provost Marshall jailhouse at Fort Ord.
I live in Santa Cruz, which is 50 miles north of Monterey, I had prepped everything on Friday night to go play. Set out everying on the couch for a quick pickup and shuffle to the car Sat morning to make it to the field by 9 am.
Now this is where the conspiracy theory kicks in, my wife didn't want me to go play at all last weekend, so I highly suspect that she stole the battery charger for my Emag sometime during the night, thinking that if my marker doesn't work, I won't play. On top of this, she keeps pestering me (hugging and kissing me) Saturday morning as I'm trying to pack the car and leave the house. The final clue that this was intentional was when I came home to find the battery charger coiled up and sitting on my pillow on the bed.
Anyway, back to the story... I stop in Watsonville for gas, a 20 minute drive from the house, and go digging through the gear looking for the battery charger, can't find it. I call the house and ask the wife if she sees it lying on the couch, she says "nope, its not on the couch" which was the truth because she had hidden it somewhere else. I said "[insert your favorite expletive here]" and she said "does that mean you're coming home?" and I said "no, I'm still going, I'll figure something out, I'll throw the balls by hand if I have to". It would have taken another 20 mins to drive home and would have made me easily an hour late to the field, meaning I'd miss the first couple of games of the day, so I decided to just hit the road and wing it.
Arrived at the field in time to make the first game. During the thrid game, the low battery signal appears in the LED display and the battery pretty much gave out completely by the end of the game. This basicly meant death as I run both my HALO TE and my warp off of the emag's battery. Fortunately, I was prepared in the event the warp went down and had brought the CF ULE body and ULE rail so I could remove the warp entirely and keep playing. I chucked some AA's into the HALO and swapped the bodies and rails between games and played the rest of the day on manual mode.
When I got home the wife asked me how it went, and I told her I played every game and had a great time. She asked me if I had borrowed a gun. So I asked her "now why would I have to borrow a gun to play?" and she comes back with "because you forgot your battery charger here at the house and your battery died?" and I said "yep, it died, but I kept playing anyway" and kissed her on the forehead. She got that look on her face that said "curses, foiled again".
So the morals to this story are:
1) "my wife is truely evil and I should most likely do some serious revisioning to my will and write her competely out of it for fear of her trying to kill me for the money at a later date"
2) "manual mode is a godsend, I don't know where I would be without it... actually yes I do, I'd be at home with my wife instead of playing paintball"
-Evil Bob