As you can see Im home early. We left at 6am yesterday morning, got to Albury at 9:30. Play started at 10am and Im affraid it was all down hill from there. The event organiser was a first timer. I have never thought of myself as pertically high up the food chain in paintball tournement organisation but my god even I saw the flaws in this one. I personally had considered hurting a referee for giving away my man's position on field. By the second day, he'd sacked them in favor of a player refed tournement. His Only saving grace was that to very well know trouble orintated teams decided at the last moment that it wasnt worth there time to show up.
There was another small problem that was out of the organisers control. One would think in 30 degree heat an inside tournement would be the way to go... uh no. With very little ventalation, constant physical activity and tons of sweatly males the place was headed for hell. By mid day there was signs of heat stroke. After lunch I was seriously getting hot under the collar myself. The boys where down to there boxers between games. I have seen more tattoos this weekend than I had fingers and toes to count them on. Everything from clowns hanging off nipple ring spears to nicknames across their back. The day was seceduled to end at 9pm due to fast play we where out by 3, due to fast game turn over.
As previously stated we were sharing our accomidation with our fellow team mates. You should have seen our accomodation, it was this absoulutly stunning Cottage. Hard would floors, Fluffy robes, cresaunts, Chocolates, double shower, spa, amazing bedrooms. It would have been so romantic if it wernt for other macdonalds eating, rum drinking, chain smoking conterparts. Im afraid however things just back slid from there. Chris and I both had a rather nasty emotional shock to the system which has thrown our near future into kaos. This perhaps was the tipping point for Chris. He had hardly had anything to eat or drink all day, he was one of the few that kept his clothes on going into breaks and hadnt been all that well from the day before. When we got back to the cottage he went for a shower and crashed on the couch. I just asumed he was tired but as time went on it was quiet clear he was not well. The colour drained from his face, he had mentioned a head ache that quickly became a miagrain. Next thing I recall is watching helplessly as he emptys the contence of his stomach. He was really really sick. I dont remember the last time I was so frieghtened. After he settled downed and went to sleep I lay there, just thinking of how much he means to me. It was one of the hardest nights Ive had in a long time but I wouldnt have wanted to be any where else. I know I love Chris but it things like that make you relise just how much. I have never in my life spent an night on the bathroom floor for consilation. Im prone to worry but the second I would fall asleep Id wake in terror for fear that something might be wrong. By morning things had settled down but it was clear Chris was still not in a state to play. I think deep down he really wanted to play and without a doult he never wanted to let his team down but in the end saw sense and declied to play. The boys left and Chris and I began to pack up but not without a morning in the spa. I was really hanging out for it but it turns out I enjoyed the talk we had while in there more. It wasnt dirty, romantic or anything like that. I was more that we got to talk about the things that had been worrying him. May not have been the loving cuddly weekend I had hoped for but I did find out how much I love my man.
So we are home early, shame really in the end my honeys team came third. I think maybe I wish more than he does, that he had been there to get his trophy. Here are a few photos. Sorry there a bit dodgy.
My Sweet Hearts Team - Synimate.
From Left to Right: Chris, Sarah, Cayden and Adrian.
Chris doing what he does best.
