Alright, I'll try to tell the story but without seeing me jump around and use my hands it'll hard to follow. lol
When I was last there, one of the final games was based around raising a flag at an airfield. There was a tower overlooking the pole and none of our guys could get near it without being torn apart. Along the tree line were a few buildings that were sheilding some 30 players with no real solution to the problem. A friend of mine had a flatline and just couldn't manage to land one in the window the sniper was shooting from and anytime a ball landed against the building he'd disappear into a back corner. So here we are, time ticking, no hero to be found....... And then the stage for the greatest shot ever was set...
I step out, lick my finger and hold it to the wind. I fire a single ball WAY to the left. So far to the left there was no tower in my peripheral. As it nears the tower my jaw dropped. Heart pounding, palms sweaty, and breathless we watched this ball fall from heaven towards the enemy as if dropped from The Almighty himself. The shot sails high and lands, you guessed it, nowhere near him.
A great feeling of dispair fell upon the playing field. Many thought all hope had been lost. Doomed to watch as the time dwindled away, sealing our fate, and costing us the game. As the enemy hid in his corner, I dug down, picked up my marker as if it were Excaliber and corrected my windage. The next shot once again seemed to float miraculously toward "the one in the corner" but I knew.... It disappeared into the corner and and silence was on the lips of every player. Seconds seemed like days and then a single hand was seen, raised above a tower wall. A hand many had dreamed of seeing, but few had thought they would. Cheers, shouts of excitement and jubilation filled the skies of Georgia.
Anyway, it went something like that. lol
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