Hi all,
The following poem was inspired by the speech by Matti Marshal and loads of time to think in the car traveling over Christmas! And of course my passion for our sport
Paintball
It’s 4 am, you’ve been dreaming all night
About how you will win, how hard you must fight.
You pull on ‘magic armour’, grab marker of choice.
Excited, you speak with a trembling voice.
You get in the car and drive for miles
Stereo pumping music, you crank up the dial.
Nothing but ‘Muugghh!’ needs to be said,
No one is wishing to be back in bed.
You feel the bond as you get out of the car.
Ballers have traveled from near and far.
Friends, comrades, from every team
Hugging and laughing. What a sight to be seen.
It’s cold and it’s dark but you don’t care,
You can smell the excitement in the damp morning air.
Any other day this would still be night
But it’s paintball, and your fire is alight!
Kit under table, filling pots with paint.
The nerves kick in, you start to feel faint.
One of your team mates, feeling it too,
Gives you a hand and helps you pull through.
You gather your team for walking the field.
A game plan is forming. Now it feels real.
Captains meet next, all huddled around
Listening to the rules, not making a sound.
Aired up, chrono’d, you’re ready to go.
You feel really sick but let nobody know.
Waiting on field for your team to arrive,
You realise, you’ve never felt so alive.
“Get your hands in, let me hear you shout!”
Now this is what paintball is all about.
The adrenaline rush, the incredible thrill.
‘Ten seconds…Game On!’ guns up and drill!
You make your bunker, you’re still alive,
You count your team mates, 1 to 5!
Only 4 of them, you took one on the break,
Without hesitation, you move to the snake.
Better angles from here, you relay what you see
Counting your team, now it’s 3 on 3
An elbow exposed, a great shot to take,
That gives you a gap, a move you can make.
Now 2 on 2, could go either way
But you remember your training, what did Robbo say?
Playing it tight you keep your cool,
Snapping like you did in school.
Another look, he’s walking out
With a rush of blood, “one left” you shout.
As your partner moves up the other side,
There’s nowhere left for him to hide.
He sees your friend, takes a lucky shot
But you know that’s all he’s got.
It’s 1 on 1, you sense his fear,
As you can see his back from here.
His hand goes up, he’s feeling sore
2 in the back, no less, no more.
You run the flag bursting with pride
You just can’t believe this feeling inside!
The marshals have to check you’re clean
Then you apologise for being mean
It can’t be helped, that extra love,
Was not on purpose, your paint soaked glove!
Shaking hands, ‘well played’, ‘good game’
And then, almost every time the same:
“But you’re a girl?!” you hear them say
And you just smile, and walk away.
Happy New Year, roll on next season
Love Lemon xxx
The following poem was inspired by the speech by Matti Marshal and loads of time to think in the car traveling over Christmas! And of course my passion for our sport
Paintball
It’s 4 am, you’ve been dreaming all night
About how you will win, how hard you must fight.
You pull on ‘magic armour’, grab marker of choice.
Excited, you speak with a trembling voice.
You get in the car and drive for miles
Stereo pumping music, you crank up the dial.
Nothing but ‘Muugghh!’ needs to be said,
No one is wishing to be back in bed.
You feel the bond as you get out of the car.
Ballers have traveled from near and far.
Friends, comrades, from every team
Hugging and laughing. What a sight to be seen.
It’s cold and it’s dark but you don’t care,
You can smell the excitement in the damp morning air.
Any other day this would still be night
But it’s paintball, and your fire is alight!
Kit under table, filling pots with paint.
The nerves kick in, you start to feel faint.
One of your team mates, feeling it too,
Gives you a hand and helps you pull through.
You gather your team for walking the field.
A game plan is forming. Now it feels real.
Captains meet next, all huddled around
Listening to the rules, not making a sound.
Aired up, chrono’d, you’re ready to go.
You feel really sick but let nobody know.
Waiting on field for your team to arrive,
You realise, you’ve never felt so alive.
“Get your hands in, let me hear you shout!”
Now this is what paintball is all about.
The adrenaline rush, the incredible thrill.
‘Ten seconds…Game On!’ guns up and drill!
You make your bunker, you’re still alive,
You count your team mates, 1 to 5!
Only 4 of them, you took one on the break,
Without hesitation, you move to the snake.
Better angles from here, you relay what you see
Counting your team, now it’s 3 on 3
An elbow exposed, a great shot to take,
That gives you a gap, a move you can make.
Now 2 on 2, could go either way
But you remember your training, what did Robbo say?
Playing it tight you keep your cool,
Snapping like you did in school.
Another look, he’s walking out
With a rush of blood, “one left” you shout.
As your partner moves up the other side,
There’s nowhere left for him to hide.
He sees your friend, takes a lucky shot
But you know that’s all he’s got.
It’s 1 on 1, you sense his fear,
As you can see his back from here.
His hand goes up, he’s feeling sore
2 in the back, no less, no more.
You run the flag bursting with pride
You just can’t believe this feeling inside!
The marshals have to check you’re clean
Then you apologise for being mean
It can’t be helped, that extra love,
Was not on purpose, your paint soaked glove!
Shaking hands, ‘well played’, ‘good game’
And then, almost every time the same:
“But you’re a girl?!” you hear them say
And you just smile, and walk away.
Happy New Year, roll on next season
Love Lemon xxx
