Dc Open – Sunday

We were all amped to come out on Sunday and make a statement. Especially after barely squeezing into the semi-finals in 8th place. We were the first team to the field that morning. We were getting dressed on top of the hill by the pits in the dark. Red bulls were crushed and BIG was banging so loud in my Jeep I blew a 6×9 in the front passenger door. You gotta get your mind right before you walk into an all day brawl with the best in the world.

We nabbed the premium pro table in the pit in the corner and went to work. We covered strategy and personnel, walked the field, warmed-up, tested the paint and the guns. We were ready for Round 2. So we thought.

For whatever reason we couldn’t get it together that day. It was like 7 guys all playing their own game. Players were second guessing teammates and even occasionally the game plans we all agreed on earlier. Corner guys were getting laned or shot out early. Occasionally the team would communicate like a team, but the majority of the time everybody was worried about themselves.  It was sickening. By the end of the Semi-Finals, we managed to be sitting at a hugely disappointing 2-5. A recored not even close to satisfying for the 12 hour drive home.

This was tough to swallow based on our SC Village appearance. We at least came out at SC Village on Sunday and beat multiple well respected programs when it counted. Not to mention that, at the time, it was our first Pro Semi-Finals Sunday appearance as a team. You wanna talk about goosebumps?

DC was our second chance at the crown on a Sunday, so naturally we were all tasting the podium. Then Sunday happened, and we all were reminded once again that there’s a whole lot of gangster programs out here in these streets that will check you back to reality real quick. If you wanna eat, then you’re army better show up for war on Sunday.

What can you do the really? Pack your shit, find a hidden corner to sit and rehash all of the would-a-should-a-could-as and generally just ride out all the way home sick to your stomach. That’s how we spent our Sunday evening. Sick and shitty in a caravan on 70 West.

Back to real life. Work. Gym. Sleep. Work. Gym. Sleep. Work. Gym. Sleep. Work. Gym. Sleep. Work. Gym. Sleep. Paintball. Sleep. Paintball. Sleep. Repeat for 8 weeks until your next chance at the champs and anything better than 8th place.

On a side note we did have one thing to be happy about after DC. Our pump team ended up taking 1st place in the pump division. This was the first national event they had all played together under the Mutiny banner, and they certainly kept their end of the agreement and made the Mutiny name look great! Big thanks to all of our pump team players. They are a great group of guys and I predict them making major waves in the pump scene in 2010.