tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498037780309705491.post1521852894408377692..comments2023-09-04T15:15:49.628-06:00Comments on Life Savers: I Shot Tyler 18 Times...Maleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03750122940211083741noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498037780309705491.post-64975036253450852472008-01-22T11:10:00.000-07:002008-01-22T11:10:00.000-07:00Tyler, way to spin a web of lies there. All I'm go...Tyler, way to spin a web of lies there. All I'm gonna say is, I totally represented this year. 3rd place is not bad. Especially because I hit Tyler 10 times.¡Vieve!https://www.blogger.com/profile/01696582655007899998noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498037780309705491.post-27064961689416206882008-01-22T10:55:00.000-07:002008-01-22T10:55:00.000-07:00A flash of lightning--like a strobe light pulsing ...A flash of lightning--like a strobe light pulsing in my pupils. And then pain surging to the back of my skull, uprooting brain matter and transplanting it to alternative plots in my cranium. <BR/><BR/>Slow motion ensued. It was, of course, all I could do just to stand, bewildered by the array of violence unfolding around me. <BR/><BR/>And then pain. Throbbing agony pulsing from my eyes down through my jaw and into my neck. <BR/><BR/>I righted myself to look around; perhaps, identify my attacker! Imagine my surprise when, squinting through askewed glasses, I spotted Maleen craning at me exclaiming (dramatically), "M'gosh! Are you okay?" It seemed authentic enough at the time.<BR/><BR/>I stood up, reminded by my laser tag suit that I needed to "Energize" (yes she had put a few lasers through me and I would need to re-supply my laser suit). As I ran toward the energy tower, I discovered an odd sensation, blood dripping down my forehead!<BR/><BR/>Blood! Everywhere. On the gun, on the wall, it looked like a serial killer was loosed on the premises... (Okay maybe that was a little over dramatic, but you get the picture.)<BR/><BR/>Of course, I sought out Maleen, to inform her of what was going on. "Maleen," I heralded, "Don't shoot, I need to show you something."<BR/><BR/>She shot.<BR/><BR/>"No, seriously, take a look at this." <BR/><BR/>She came over and noticed the stream of blood, now clotting in my eyebrow. (She looked duly pained.) "Oh, honey, you're bleeding!"<BR/><BR/>She has always been very good at picking up on things like that.<BR/><BR/>So I shot her.<BR/><BR/>We went back to the game, but now that there was real bloodshed, it made it that much better.<BR/><BR/>In the end, it was the best dang game of laser tag I think I've ever played--blood and all. <BR/><BR/>Maleen, I didn't mind you wacking me in the noggin with the gun--and I don't even mind the blood, the headache, and the answers to embarrassing questions about how I got a gash on my forehead; it's the admission that my wife beat me senseless (again) at laser tag that really pains me. <BR/><BR/>Well there's always next year.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com