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My brothers have gotten me and Mike into a game called airsoft. What’s airsoft? It’s simulated tactical warfare.  Mike played one time and then it was the only thing he and my brothers talked about for weeks. Weeks. Finally, on the day after New Years, Mike dragged me along for a game. And when I say “dragged”, I am not exaggerating.

“But I could go get a manicure today!”

“You’re playing airsoft.”

You guys. I could’ve gotten a manicure that day, but instead I spent the entire day with my brothers, their kids, and my husband, running around like maniacs, shooting at each other with BBs. I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun.

In actuality, there is very little maniacal running around involved. There is, however, a whole lot of belly crawling through the underbrush involved. We play at Warped Ops, this brilliant airsoft field with trenches, a city, a town, and everything. It’s amazing. The field is big enough that if, for example, you are looking down at the town from a hill above when someone gives you directions, you will very likely lose your way once inside the town because everything looks completely different from inside than from above.

Last weekend my team, Green Team, had to steal a bucket of water from Goat Town, which was occupied by Tan Team. I was covering a group of soldiers who were covering the guy with the bucket. We were making our way to the well, under enemy fire the entire time, and one by one all the guys around me were getting hit. I ducked into a hut to take cover for a minute and found Sergeant Louise aiming his M16 towards enemy fire.

“Where’s the bucket?” I screamed, my heart racing.

“Frankie’s got it! Three o’clock!”

I peeked around a broken wall and saw Frankie running alone towards a pile of old tires, the bucket clutched in his arms. “I’ll cover him!” I dashed out of the hut. A spray of enemy fire whizzed over my head and then I saw Frankie go down. He screamed, “I’m hit!” as the bucket rolled from his arms toward enemy lines.

I dove for it and somersaulted into the tire pile. I sat up with my face in the tires, trying to make my body as small as possible. The stack of old tires formed a perfect airsoft shield around me. Bullets bounced off of them, but I was untouched. If I could just sit there long enough, the guys firing at me would likely get distracted by something else, and I could make it to the well and back in time to win the game. I peered over my shoulder, watched two more of my teammates go down.  A third threw himself into the tires beside me.

“Dude! When the firing dies down –” A glossy white BB smacked him right between the eyes.

“You’re dead! Respawn!” He crouched lower behind the tires, cradling his Thompson to his chest.

“It’s cool! I’m just gonna chill and catch a breath!” He shouted over the noise of fifteen fully automatic airsoft rifles firing thousands of rounds at us.

“Respawn! Get out of here! They’re not gonna stop shooting if you don’t call your hit! You’re dead! Dead men tell no tales!” I moved to see if anyone was covering us and took a spray of plastic pellets in the Iron Face. And that was it. I was gone.

You guys, protecting that bucket from Tan Team was the highlight of my week.

That sounds really weird, doesn’t it?


From left: Frosty, Jack, Lady MacDeath, Warspite, Cricket, and Coyote.

Yes, we have Airsoft nicknames. You know you wanna come dork out with us.

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  • That sounds crazyfun, though I will admit to being a little scared of the guns and the BBs. But it sounds like a blast (har har no pun intended) anyway. 🙂 And I swear, Cricket looks like you…but then who is Frosty?

    • I was too. My first game, my heart was beating out of my chest and I literally couldn’t breathe enough oxygen into my lungs, I was totally hyperventilating. But then someone sprayed the back of my head with BBs and it felt just like being rained on. And I thought, Dude. That’s it? Where do I respawn??? I’m gotta pretend-cap some fools!

      Cricket is me. Frosty is the boy Frosty – my brother. 🙂

      P.S. Sometimes the BBs do hurt when they hit you, and if they hit exposed skin they’ll leave a nasty mark. But I’m covered head-to-toe and I’m having so much fun that even when it stings a little, I don’t even care. Here’s me in my full airsoft outfit:

      And now let’s sing …. Awwwwwwwwwwwwww GEEK OUT!

      • Grendl

        It especially hurts when your baby sister shoots you in the back of the leg with a souped-up rifle while you’re hunting her husband during a “pistols only round”.

        • I can’t take responsibility for that. You said I could play if I kept the rifle on semi-auto and I did!

  • That sounds awesome!

    • I highly recommend it as a rad way to bond with one’s husband. 😀

  • ‘Cita

    Cute Crew. And so Glad it’s just Pretend.

    • Thanks! And me too. If it were real it wouldn’t be fun at all.

  • João Rodrigues da Silva

    Hi Patricia, finding your page and reading somethings you wrote, as well as the pictures, i would like to make you a small request, if possible. Can we get in touch? Thanks