Paintballin’ and Shot Callin’
Driving around Los Angeles at 4 in the morning looking for an In-and-Out Burger, we realized that none of us had ever been to Los Angeles, we didn’t have a map, and that the men in the car next to us were not smiling and waving. Going to a national paintball tournament is always an adventure. The combination of young people traveling more or less on their own, the ever-present need to save money and the fact that most paintball players seem to be just a little bit crazy makes for interesting times. This realization was only reinforced that night as I fell asleep in a hotel room along with 12 other people and all their equipment. One player staked out the closet, using a backpack for a pillow, while a teammate slept underneath the hide-a-bed that was occupied by two more players. At other events I have seen people sleep three to a bed, in the rental car and once, in the bathtub.
I flew to Los Angeles with Gary Reiersen, the owner of Air Assault Paintball field in Maple Plain, Minnesota. With us came the eight players of the Air Assault team, another Minnesota player that would be refereeing the event and one extra player to coach. We were joined on the plane by the members of the MN Frozen Militia, another local team and Aaron Tholey, who would be playing the event with Team Speed. The members of the Air Assault team ranged in age from 14 to 26, with the majority under 18. It fell to Reiersen and the two oldest players to maintain some semblance of control over the kids.
Air Assault Paintball was playing Division 3 5-man at the Paintball Sports Promotions Los Angeles Open, held at the Home Depot Center on Mar. 1-4. 130 teams faced off for more than $100,000 in cash. In addition to Air Assault, Minnesota was represented by the Annandale Warbirds and MN Frozen Militia in Division 4, Aaron Tholey and Kaarin Schroepfer on Team Speed and Carl Markowski on Avalanche X in the Open Division. Pat Roberts and Todd Hugo played for the Philadelphia Americans in the National Xball League.
The MN Frozen Militia team was thrown together because Mathew Meillier (aka Frenchy) had never played a national event and is about to be deployed to Iraq.
The Open division and NXL players started on Thursday, with Avalanche X losing to San Diego Aftermath and the Palm Beach Vipers and Team Speed beating Quiet Storm. The Philly Americans beat Las Vegas LTZ in the NXL. The rest of the Minnesota athletes spent the day browsing the vendors and watching the professionals play. The division 3 and 4 teams would not start playing until Saturday. Friday morning both Avalanche X and Speed lost all their games, leaving just one for Saturday. Saturday would prove interesting as Tholey and Schroepfer faced Schroepfer’s boyfriend, Markowski.
For the Los Angeles event, the PSP purchased artificial turf for all of the fields. The event was held in the parking lots so the turf was meant to cushion the playing surface, but I don’t think things went quite as planned. The turf was not thick enough, and some players were taking hard falls. As the tournament wore on, paint began to saturate the turf, making it very slippery. The normal soccer-type cleats that many players had brought were ineffective. After watching player after player end up on their ass, Gary decided a team trip to the local Sports Authority was in order. While at the store, we ran into several members of the Los Angeles Ironmen, the professional team that would later win the event. They were doing the same thing as the Air Assault players, looking for better cleats. After a lengthy debate on cleat style and type, most of the Air Assault players ended up buying golf shoes. Imagine these players, all ready to go out and kick some ass on the field, all geared up, with spotless, white and gold golf shoes on. They looked ridiculous but the team didn’t have any significant traction problems.
That evening we discovered that there are no Perkins, Applebee’s, TGI Fridays or any other similar restaurants in southern California. After almost an hour of searching, dealing with half a dozen hungry high schoolers, we found nothing and settled for Marie Callender’s, a foreign and scary place for us Minnesotans.
Saturday morning, as the rest of the Minnesota players began their preliminaries, Avalanche X smashed Team Speed 8-1. Both teams ended the prelims with one win, which was not enough for them to advance. Air Assault, the MN Frozen Militia and the Warbirds all had solid showings in the prelims, but Air Assault and MN Frozen Militia missed the cut by less than a game each. The Warbirds took the 7th seat into the quarterfinals, which would be held on Sunday with the semifinals and final rounds.
On Sunday morning all the Minnesota players were there to spectate and cheer for their friends and favorite teams. The Warbirds went 2-3 in the quarterfinals, but lost all three semifinal games, putting them in the losers bracket playing for third and fourth. They won their first finals game but lost the next two, giving them fourth place. Reiersen and the guys from Air Assault spent the day on the sideline coaching the Warbirds.
Sunday evening I loaded up along with Air Assault and the Warbirds in three vans to head for LAX and our flight back to the frozen north. As we packed up, the older players regaled the younger ones with stories of how paintball used to be. In just five or six years the game has changed immensely. Gone are the heavy mechanical triggers, replaced by triggers lighter than a mouseclick. Huge 10-man fields replaced with tiny and brutally fast Xballs. I think some of the younger guys were convinced we were making things up. I was exhausted and ready to go home, but this being a paintball trip, nothing could be so simple. An attempt by one van to give a friendly shove to the other ended in a not-so-minor dent when we were just minutes from returning the rentals, and we arrived at the airport to find our flight home delayed by an hour. Some players slept, some played poker and some amused themselves by censoring another player’s dirty magazine with paintball stickers, then placing it back in his bag to disappoint him later. Finally at 2:30 in the morning we all shuffled onto the plane to go home, barefoot in the case of one of the Frozen Militia players who had misplaced his shoes. The next thing I remember is being startled awake as we touched down in Minneapolis, home at last. Over the past four days I spent almost 40 hours on the paintball fields, and I had taken more than 5000 pictures and had been shot dozens of times by players from all over the world.
Playing a national event is the goal of many Minnesota paintball players. Few will win and fewer will place. This doesn’t stop them from going, because whether they win or not, it is still an experience that most players will never forget. The chance to see the professionals play, to wander the vendors and see the hottest new guns and gear and the chance to meet more people that love the same game that you do.
