This
Saturday, May 5th RC Red Star road tripped out to Coldstream,
Victoria for PAVS round 3. We were
worried that we wouldn’t be able to field a team for this one as the trip out
alone is 10 hours. The tournament itself
is on Sunday, which means we’d have to compete then drive 10 hours home through
the night when we all had to work the next day.
Luckily, Troy, Ed, Scout and Rob were crazy enough to join me for the
journey. We’d all played at PAVS round 1
except Rob, this was to be his biggest paintball tournament as he’s only been
playing a short while. The trip went on
as many paintball trips do; energy drinks, innuendo and general shenanigans. And as many paintball trips go, we arrived at
our hotel to find a shortage of beds.
Somehow the senior most members of the team, Ed and myself, were given
the honor of sharing. I’m not sure how
that works. We spent the early evening watching
paintball vids, organizing gear and planning our breaks for the next day. After a night of little sleep, the alarm went
off and a big day started.
Established in 1988, Coldstream is the
oldest Paintball field in
Victoria. The facilities are quite nice,
with a small pro shop and modern facilities for making and serving food. We were even able to take advantage of their
on scene showers! Admiteddly, there was
a short hike to get to the tournament field, but our gear was carried down for
us by truck which was nice.
Our first
game, and first game of the tournament was against Tension. Everyone got to their primaries, but Tension
put a great deal of pressure on us with their aggressive taking of real estate
combined with a high rate of fire.
Slowly our numbers dropped to just Troy on our right tape. Troy shot out two players before he went
down. We were a bit disappointed, but
held onto the fact that we made them work and that Troy had earned 2 G’s himself.
Game two
was against Melbourne Reign Blue. We
were able to take out one of their players, but we weren’t really sure
how. Once again, we were disappointed
with the result and were hoping to get a win quick to help us lift our game.

Game four
was against Melbourne Reign Grey. This
was another drawn out battle with Ed falling first from his back left
position. A short while later Rob was
shot out of back right. At this point
Troy spread the field, Scout bumped up the middle and I kept pushing up the
snake. Slowly, we pushed up on the final
player until Troy made the shot from the Dorito side, allowing Scout to hang
the flag.


Game seven
was verses Apparition Enigma. I have
absolutely no recollection of how this game went down, but on my schedule I
wrote a big ‘L’ next to it… so there it is.
Game eight
was against H2O Blue. RC made their
primaries, communicated well, bumped to their secondaries and continued calling
out the days of the week (the G count).
The next thing you know it’s Friday and we’ve got 5 alive. This is when I took the opportunity to teach
Rob some more paintball vocabulary, “Rob, what we just did is called ‘maxing’.”

Earlier in
the day, we spoke with Troy (a different Troy) from Melbourne Reign. They had a quick turn around in one round and
heard we were anxious to get on the road as soon as we could after the
tournament. He offered us a deal to
trade the quick turn around round for a last round bye, giving us about an
hours head start on the long drive home.
This was a very helpful swap, but we weren’t going to do them any favors
during the game as a result. We’d won 4
and lost 5 and were going to take every opportunity to even up. We took our primaries and settled in for a
battle of attrition. We played tight and
conservatively, forcing the H20 to make their move. Many times in the snake I thought I might be
able to pull a cheeky wrap around a bunker for a shot, but luckily I kept my
head in the game and just played patiently.
Bunker by bunker, I saw Troy gaining ground on the far side as I pushed
past the 50 snake. After an eternity of
pushing myself into the mud I heard Troy shout, “Clear, clear, clear.” Scout was already on the ball and running the
flag in for the hang. We finished with 3
bodies left, winning the game to break even.
Fist bumps and back slaps abound, we walked off the field when Fuzzy,
the ref keeping time, said simply, “Three seconds.” Three seconds were left on the clock when
Scout got the hang.

Much love
to the RC ballers who travelled 10 hours to sleep in a weird hotel in close
quarters, play an open tourney with pump guns, and drive through the night home
when we all had to be at work the next day.
Dead set legends.
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