I had a ****ty day today. The weather wasn't bad, but the normal people running the field were gone, and their replacements were odd. We (I) lost an entire game because of one idiot ref. Approximately 12-12 games, and on a large wooded field with a creek. I moved out slowly, watching to see where we needed support, and wound up grabbing the flag and bringing it back to safety. I tried moving up the creek but was repulsed by heavy noob fire coming from their base. Tried moving up the other side, but I ran out of paint and had to retreat from a longballing contest. By this point we were down to two newbies hiding behind a log at our base, while fire was coming in from across the creek. I was trying to help them out and draw fire from the enemy, but they ignored my request for paint and got shot out. The two refs standing next to me tell me I've got under a minute left in the game, and I should just make a run for it. So I rush off down the edge of the creek, and dive into the water as I take fire. It didn't save me however, as I took a hit to the neck, and had to walk back. I went back to where the refs were, and waited. After a minute someone finally moved up and grabbed the flag, and after another minute they started to advance up towards our base. Finally one of them hung it, and we lost.
Now, either the ref lied to me about the time left (and suggested for me to do a stupid thing which had no chance of suceeding), or else the refs were not bothering to stick to the rules that when the 15 minutes are up, the game ends. Had he told me the correct time, I wouldn't have tried such a move until it was too late for them to take the flag from me and hang it. And if it was the other ref's fault, the game should have ended several minutes earlier than it did.
To add insult to injury, the head ref insists on chewing me out for taking my mask off...when I'm a matter of seconds outside of camp, there's no one else in front of behind me, and it's bloody humid outside. He motored along watching me as I tried to put the thing on (my mask is almost impossible to put on properly with only one hand), then sped off in the golf cart. !?! Safety is one thing, but being asinine is unforgivable. This was the same ref who stopped me in the middle of the game, while I was holding the flag, because he thought I'd been hit on my hopper. He didn't realize that Ricochets have display windows on the side...he'd apparantly never seen one before.
After hanging the flag personally the next game, we went on to a smaller, more heavily wooded field. Two decent players and I bolted off at the start, and took up positions along one side of the field. Working together, one of them and I moved up the side, taking out four or five people before he was sniped, and I had to fall back. Reaching center, I walked over and grabbed the flag. The other decent player was a few feet from me on my left, and along the right side of the field we had three or four players engaged in a firefight with the enemy. A green player went running past both of us in the brush ahead, and we got him as he tried to flank. Not ten seconds later, I take no less than five hits to the back: one to the back of the head, two or three to the pack, a bounce off the arm, and I think a shot to the gun. Finally they stopped shooting, and I dropped the flag for the kid with me. As I turn around, I see one of our own players, a tiny kid probably 9 or 10 years old, darting back behind a bunker. WTF?!!? I'm in the middle of the field facing towards the enemy from behind a bunker....lighting up an enemy player, with people on either side of me, and the flag in my hand. How the HELL can you mistake me for someone from the other team? No less than three or four people I spoke to after all watched it happen, and were wondering what on earth happened. I never did track down who it was however, but I know they were very young and using a rental. If I had found them, I don't know what I would have done. The only rational reason I can think of him for doing it was out of anger because I took the flag. In which case he shouldn't be playing on the field. I just can't understand how someone can be that stupid. As I said later, this sport truly needs some sort of age or maturity limit, because there are far too many people I see every time I play, who are a hazard both to themselves and others, as well as being far too immature to be playing. They suck, to boot. Anyways, that concludes this rant. I needed to get that out of me, or else it would have driven me mad. Any thoughts?
Now, either the ref lied to me about the time left (and suggested for me to do a stupid thing which had no chance of suceeding), or else the refs were not bothering to stick to the rules that when the 15 minutes are up, the game ends. Had he told me the correct time, I wouldn't have tried such a move until it was too late for them to take the flag from me and hang it. And if it was the other ref's fault, the game should have ended several minutes earlier than it did.
To add insult to injury, the head ref insists on chewing me out for taking my mask off...when I'm a matter of seconds outside of camp, there's no one else in front of behind me, and it's bloody humid outside. He motored along watching me as I tried to put the thing on (my mask is almost impossible to put on properly with only one hand), then sped off in the golf cart. !?! Safety is one thing, but being asinine is unforgivable. This was the same ref who stopped me in the middle of the game, while I was holding the flag, because he thought I'd been hit on my hopper. He didn't realize that Ricochets have display windows on the side...he'd apparantly never seen one before.
After hanging the flag personally the next game, we went on to a smaller, more heavily wooded field. Two decent players and I bolted off at the start, and took up positions along one side of the field. Working together, one of them and I moved up the side, taking out four or five people before he was sniped, and I had to fall back. Reaching center, I walked over and grabbed the flag. The other decent player was a few feet from me on my left, and along the right side of the field we had three or four players engaged in a firefight with the enemy. A green player went running past both of us in the brush ahead, and we got him as he tried to flank. Not ten seconds later, I take no less than five hits to the back: one to the back of the head, two or three to the pack, a bounce off the arm, and I think a shot to the gun. Finally they stopped shooting, and I dropped the flag for the kid with me. As I turn around, I see one of our own players, a tiny kid probably 9 or 10 years old, darting back behind a bunker. WTF?!!? I'm in the middle of the field facing towards the enemy from behind a bunker....lighting up an enemy player, with people on either side of me, and the flag in my hand. How the HELL can you mistake me for someone from the other team? No less than three or four people I spoke to after all watched it happen, and were wondering what on earth happened. I never did track down who it was however, but I know they were very young and using a rental. If I had found them, I don't know what I would have done. The only rational reason I can think of him for doing it was out of anger because I took the flag. In which case he shouldn't be playing on the field. I just can't understand how someone can be that stupid. As I said later, this sport truly needs some sort of age or maturity limit, because there are far too many people I see every time I play, who are a hazard both to themselves and others, as well as being far too immature to be playing. They suck, to boot. Anyways, that concludes this rant. I needed to get that out of me, or else it would have driven me mad. Any thoughts?
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