Aaaah, nostalgia. The smell of leather on willow, balmy summer's evenings, and a whiff of Marballizer breaking through the rhoddies as a Marshal, as they were known back in the day, pulled your armband for a bit of paint that was roughly the size of a 2p coin!!!!, Glad they got rid of that rule
. Phantom markers, Shadow, Tournament and Express versions, Short Timers weenies, Budd Orr's Sniper 2 pump guns, WITHOUT slam fire...can you believe it?!!!!!!!!!
I remember reffing the '97 Hyperball World Championships at sunny Bassett's Pole and the Great Bart Monkman Farmer actually calling out the bodycount BEFORE he'd fired his Predators Series Autococker. And you are right Pete, despite having a love of the sport since i started in 1990, it does seem to have lost, for want of a better word, it's fun side to tournament play. And I'm not being a dinosaur, just reiterating something that playing tourney ball in the woods had, that today's game is sadly lacking