Post by rina jane on Dec 11, 2005 13:46:36 GMT 7
SWAT DAVAO—spoiled rich kids? Rich kids, yes. But not spoiled.
Word has been going around the airsoft community that SWAT Davao acted unprofessionally in the Dec. 3-4 Samal Invasion Tournament after it walked out “en masse” on the second day.
For those of you who do not know, a certain “REBEL YELL” has posted this in the SAMAL TOURNAMENT under the Team Inquiry sub-board: “Mura man mo ug spoiled… nawala respeto sa uban groups sa inyo.” (SWAT Boys, relax. Although I am unsure of his allegiance, according to him, he is just a messenger. And as they say, don’t kill the messenger. So relax lang boys, basi mutaas inyong BP.)
Our fellow airsofter Rebel Yell has also mentioned in his post that the organizer had “lapses.” But I digress. “Lapses” is too light a word. They weren’t “lapses.” Simply put, they were unfulfilled promises-- failure to deliver the agreed arrangement.
To understand this issue better, let us first look at how the organizer (Mike) perverted the event, or kung paano niya binaboy yung tournament.
A week before the tournament, he gave us all (participating teams) handouts on the Rules and Regulations. So what did we do? A week before the tournament, our group sat down and discussed the rules to ensure that we would all follow them to the tee.
Now, rewind back two weeks before we got the handouts. Some of our teammates went to Samal to check out the game site and make some inquiries. “I’m gonna put a village here where the teams will rescue a POW,” was what the organizer promised us, among other things.
Of course, we all had to shell out P700 of hard-earned cash because he said that he was going to use the money to build the proposed game site. (Yes, the cash was hard-earned—since he wouldn’t accept mastercard, visa, etc., we had to get in our Ford Expeditions and Nissan Skylines and drive all the way to the nearest ATM machine. Whew!)
We were all psyched up. Imagine, there were handouts, there was going to be a village kuno, a lot of different scenarios, etc. There were even sponsors. The event seemed official. Plus, we all shelled out big bucks nga (actually chump change for us SWAT boys, kasi nga we’re rich) and were thinking that the organizer was going to spend that money for the game site.
Imagine our dismay when we went there on the morning of Dec. 3 and found none of the things promised to us. Where was the village? We were thinking that the playing area was going to have at least 2 or 3 huts which we would infiltrate and assault. “Village” nga raw eh. And by huts, I mean a small house-- with a window perhaps—that could fit four to five people. Instead, all we saw was a playing area with only 1 hut in the middle. It wasn’t even a hut. It was smaller than a hut. And it was on stilts. It looked more like a guardhouse, for crying out loud!
We could have let the “village” issue go if there were a lot of stuff scattered throughout the playing field to hide behind for cover. Guess again. The only cover available were three 3x3 feet high Amakan sheets (the material used as walls for typical Pinoy huts) and four waist-deep trenches on each side of the field. Imagine how much all of that would’ve cost the organizer. I doubt it if it reached P10,000. Which leaves us with the question: WHERE DID ALL THAT MONEY GO?
And the marshals? Diyosko. They would have never seen an airsoft gun, nor would they have even heard of the term “airsoft.” if the organizer hadn’t hired them. When we asked them about the rules, their usual reply was “ambot lang, ganina lang man mi gikuha.” And it gets better. Word is, the food rationed for them by the organizer was kanin and ulo ng isda. Come Sunday, where were the marshals? M.I.A.
We paid good money. Mike could have used the money to hire and train marshals weeks before the event. So once again, WHERE DID ALL THAT MONEY GO?
As for the Super Soldier event, it was nothing more than a cheap gimmick to promote his business.
As for the tournament proper, where was the round-robin type competition as stated in the rules and regs? What happened instead was a raffle of some sort as to who goes against who. It went like this: Day 1, SWAT A vs SWAT B. Day 2, SWAT A vs SWAT B. Come on, we do that here in Davao every Sunday! We didn’t go there to compete amongst ourselves, we came there to compete with other teams, hence the word TOURNAMENT.
The last straw for us was when Mike posted the team standings. SWAT B was in 3rd place even though it hadn’t lost a single game. When we asked Mike about it, he said “that’s not yet final, the scores are still with the marshals.” Which marshals? The ones who were never coming back? And if they weren’t final, why did he post the standings?
As you can see, the event has caused so much stress and aggravation to our team. Add to that the feeling that Mike screwed with us. On day 1 of the event, the question “WHERE DID ALL THAT MONEY GO?” was already lingering in our heads.
Another problem was Mike was too proud, too presumptuous. If there were some things that he didn’t understand, he should have approached us weeks or days before the event. We would have gladly helped him. Instead, everything was done at the last minute, and I do mean everything.
Yes, we walked out because we didn’t get what we want. But bear in mind that what we wanted was what he promised us. Where were those promises?
It’s quite obvious that the whole thing was a money-making scheme. He fooled us all and made a huge profit at our expense. And since we, the SWAT boys, didn’t want to dignify that mockery with our presence, we ALL walked out— proof that our team is not only principled, but also unified (with filthy rich members).
As for the other teams, we never demanded that you walk out with us. We didn’t even expect you to do the same. Moreover, we didn’t ask you to pay for our registration, our board and lodging, the fee for the ferry, etc. So what’s up with all the bitching?
Word has been going around the airsoft community that SWAT Davao acted unprofessionally in the Dec. 3-4 Samal Invasion Tournament after it walked out “en masse” on the second day.
For those of you who do not know, a certain “REBEL YELL” has posted this in the SAMAL TOURNAMENT under the Team Inquiry sub-board: “Mura man mo ug spoiled… nawala respeto sa uban groups sa inyo.” (SWAT Boys, relax. Although I am unsure of his allegiance, according to him, he is just a messenger. And as they say, don’t kill the messenger. So relax lang boys, basi mutaas inyong BP.)
Our fellow airsofter Rebel Yell has also mentioned in his post that the organizer had “lapses.” But I digress. “Lapses” is too light a word. They weren’t “lapses.” Simply put, they were unfulfilled promises-- failure to deliver the agreed arrangement.
To understand this issue better, let us first look at how the organizer (Mike) perverted the event, or kung paano niya binaboy yung tournament.
A week before the tournament, he gave us all (participating teams) handouts on the Rules and Regulations. So what did we do? A week before the tournament, our group sat down and discussed the rules to ensure that we would all follow them to the tee.
Now, rewind back two weeks before we got the handouts. Some of our teammates went to Samal to check out the game site and make some inquiries. “I’m gonna put a village here where the teams will rescue a POW,” was what the organizer promised us, among other things.
Of course, we all had to shell out P700 of hard-earned cash because he said that he was going to use the money to build the proposed game site. (Yes, the cash was hard-earned—since he wouldn’t accept mastercard, visa, etc., we had to get in our Ford Expeditions and Nissan Skylines and drive all the way to the nearest ATM machine. Whew!)
We were all psyched up. Imagine, there were handouts, there was going to be a village kuno, a lot of different scenarios, etc. There were even sponsors. The event seemed official. Plus, we all shelled out big bucks nga (actually chump change for us SWAT boys, kasi nga we’re rich) and were thinking that the organizer was going to spend that money for the game site.
Imagine our dismay when we went there on the morning of Dec. 3 and found none of the things promised to us. Where was the village? We were thinking that the playing area was going to have at least 2 or 3 huts which we would infiltrate and assault. “Village” nga raw eh. And by huts, I mean a small house-- with a window perhaps—that could fit four to five people. Instead, all we saw was a playing area with only 1 hut in the middle. It wasn’t even a hut. It was smaller than a hut. And it was on stilts. It looked more like a guardhouse, for crying out loud!
We could have let the “village” issue go if there were a lot of stuff scattered throughout the playing field to hide behind for cover. Guess again. The only cover available were three 3x3 feet high Amakan sheets (the material used as walls for typical Pinoy huts) and four waist-deep trenches on each side of the field. Imagine how much all of that would’ve cost the organizer. I doubt it if it reached P10,000. Which leaves us with the question: WHERE DID ALL THAT MONEY GO?
And the marshals? Diyosko. They would have never seen an airsoft gun, nor would they have even heard of the term “airsoft.” if the organizer hadn’t hired them. When we asked them about the rules, their usual reply was “ambot lang, ganina lang man mi gikuha.” And it gets better. Word is, the food rationed for them by the organizer was kanin and ulo ng isda. Come Sunday, where were the marshals? M.I.A.
We paid good money. Mike could have used the money to hire and train marshals weeks before the event. So once again, WHERE DID ALL THAT MONEY GO?
As for the Super Soldier event, it was nothing more than a cheap gimmick to promote his business.
As for the tournament proper, where was the round-robin type competition as stated in the rules and regs? What happened instead was a raffle of some sort as to who goes against who. It went like this: Day 1, SWAT A vs SWAT B. Day 2, SWAT A vs SWAT B. Come on, we do that here in Davao every Sunday! We didn’t go there to compete amongst ourselves, we came there to compete with other teams, hence the word TOURNAMENT.
The last straw for us was when Mike posted the team standings. SWAT B was in 3rd place even though it hadn’t lost a single game. When we asked Mike about it, he said “that’s not yet final, the scores are still with the marshals.” Which marshals? The ones who were never coming back? And if they weren’t final, why did he post the standings?
As you can see, the event has caused so much stress and aggravation to our team. Add to that the feeling that Mike screwed with us. On day 1 of the event, the question “WHERE DID ALL THAT MONEY GO?” was already lingering in our heads.
Another problem was Mike was too proud, too presumptuous. If there were some things that he didn’t understand, he should have approached us weeks or days before the event. We would have gladly helped him. Instead, everything was done at the last minute, and I do mean everything.
Yes, we walked out because we didn’t get what we want. But bear in mind that what we wanted was what he promised us. Where were those promises?
It’s quite obvious that the whole thing was a money-making scheme. He fooled us all and made a huge profit at our expense. And since we, the SWAT boys, didn’t want to dignify that mockery with our presence, we ALL walked out— proof that our team is not only principled, but also unified (with filthy rich members).
As for the other teams, we never demanded that you walk out with us. We didn’t even expect you to do the same. Moreover, we didn’t ask you to pay for our registration, our board and lodging, the fee for the ferry, etc. So what’s up with all the bitching?
and couldn't see if the defensive team were already "Hit". Nahurot na lang among bbs wa jud nag-angkun ug hit kay pirti layu-a sa marshalls ... buti na lang sir Lary complained to mike about it that's why the marshalls were posted inside the game area starting 2nd game ... pero kaluoy ang SWAT GenSan kay gihimong praktisan lang ... 
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Tapos na-ubusan pa yung ibang swat boys ng pack lunch. And guess what! Hindi na fried chicken ang nakuha nila kundi Kapirasong "Slice" ng Isda lang! 
