"Stones must die ... Stones must die". That was the chant as we, the Beatles, put down unfinished Egg McMuffins, copies of Facefull that were always strew on the floor of our Pete Best's Lexus LX470, and medium regular hots from Dunkin Donuts sweetened with Jack, gathered our gear and broke from the parking lot into the course. It was our third annual battle ... Beatles versus the Rolling Stones ... and I was Stuart Sutcliffe again. Lennon and McCartney were already out of sight, George and Ringo were on my wings and Pete was still sitting in his SUV fumbling with a new Icon X ... lucky bastard. I was trying not to be jealous and also trying not to think ahead to Miami in November at Bicentennial Park ... 2005 NPPL Super 7 Paintball World Series ... oh yeah ... focus Stu, focus ... be the gun. My prime objective was to take down Brian Jones. The dead against the dead ... seemed somehow the right thing to do.
Friday, October 07, 2005
Unfinished Egg McMuffins
"Stones must die ... Stones must die". That was the chant as we, the Beatles, put down unfinished Egg McMuffins, copies of Facefull that were always strew on the floor of our Pete Best's Lexus LX470, and medium regular hots from Dunkin Donuts sweetened with Jack, gathered our gear and broke from the parking lot into the course. It was our third annual battle ... Beatles versus the Rolling Stones ... and I was Stuart Sutcliffe again. Lennon and McCartney were already out of sight, George and Ringo were on my wings and Pete was still sitting in his SUV fumbling with a new Icon X ... lucky bastard. I was trying not to be jealous and also trying not to think ahead to Miami in November at Bicentennial Park ... 2005 NPPL Super 7 Paintball World Series ... oh yeah ... focus Stu, focus ... be the gun. My prime objective was to take down Brian Jones. The dead against the dead ... seemed somehow the right thing to do.
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