The Art of Winning

I have now been playing paintball for now more than 15 years with first international tournamet outside scandinavia around -93/94. I have been on the podium on international events more times than I remember from Amateur A ranks all the way to taking 3rd place in Paris Millenium ’05 in CPL. During this time I have seen a number of tournaments where teams step to the table and perform where others have lost even before the buzzer starts the game.

In paintball the real games start on sunday when you are getting to the semifinal stage. Until that stage you can have a number of different level teams against you in prelim games but on sunday the free ride is over. When you are getting to semifinal stage the teams are usually really close to each other in terms of skill and the deciding factor is often no more or less witch team is more hungry for the win.

I have never understood teams that are content to just gettin to sunday. C’mon what the hell is that all about? Sure you can have your goal to get to sundy first but after that you should be ready to push it forward and not just sit on your ass and be happy about it. At that point you dont have anything to loose just to win. Often those teams that just play their hearts out and go for the win are the ones that take the tournament favorite down. Its a coin with two sides if you have one strong favorite for the tournament. The favorite team is expecting nothing more from themselves than to win and if they are too confident about it or arent hungry enough then they usually end as runner ups.

So if you want to win you have to learn how to win and be hungry enough!

15 Years of Finnish Paintball Pt. 1

So, 15 years of Finnish Paintball it is then. Now that these new pages are finally being released I was pressured to write something to them. After a while of thinking and a lot of beverages I thought it best start from the start… And yes… I know there are a lot of players that have played a lot longer than I have and they probably have some great stories too. Unfortunately I’ve never actually read any of these great stories, so dear reader, I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.

The other reason for my topic is ofcourse the constant nagging of the younger players about my age. These guys seem to think that a forest is something with mushrooms in it and speedball is remake of an old computer game. The basic player in my team these days has been playing from 2-5 years, an infant compared to my years. So here it begins then…the flow of thoughts from my head. And if you happen to find some sort of hints towards autobiographical writing, congratulations, you’ve passed the first IQ and collect you price at

More soon to follow…

Lisäyksiä edelliseen…

…mutta näin se vaan on että kausi 2008 kaikesta mielenkiintoisuudestaan huolimatta on takana päin. Loppuyhteenvetona sanottakoon että Cyclone VDO:n kausi meni alkukankeudesta huolimatta kokonaisuutena paremmin kuin hyvin ja loppujen lopuksi kakkosdivarin kirkkain pysti löysi tiensä allekirjoittaneen olohuoneeseen. Kiitti vaan 🙂 Joku voisi tietysti sanoa että voitto oli tiukilla ja niinhän siinä tietysti loppujen lopuksi kävi. Vaan kivempi on voittaa kun kilpailu on tiukkaa, eikös?Read More

Joining the Family

It’s quite a step in life, moving from a small and inexperienced team into an established one. I certainly did not know what to expect! A lot of things scared me. “What if I’m not as good as they expect of me?” “Are they going to see me differently as my former teammates did?” The new organization was solid, everyone seemed to know what their job was – both what to do and when to do it! First it all seemed rather strange, in a small team one was accustomed to having to do everything by oneself. If you failed to do something you could be sure that no-one else would do it for you.

It was the year of 2007 when I was first introduced to what is now my team, and indeed the first tournament felt strange, playing alongside guys who you barely knew the names of all the while sensing the fact that they were much more experienced than you. Additionally, it felt odd that suddenly there was a coach who told you what job you were supposed to do on the field and how. Even so, when the day was done I realized that things were not as perplexing as they initially seemed. Deep down I knew I had done the very best I could. Yet, certain amounts of anxiety was still to follow me until the next outing, where I noticed that everyone were treating me as if they had known me for a long time. It felt amazing, and thereafter the season passed by very quickly every subsequent tournament being better than the previous one. Still, I hadn’t been able to figure out what was it about this team that gave me such a special feeling.

For the 2008 season I returned to my original team feeling it was where I belonged. Cyclone VDO invited me to stay, but I had a lingering feeling that my original friends would still be my one love. Unfortunately I was to be wrong on that account.

However, at the time of the first tournament of 2008 I still had a good and strong feeling about the upcoming season. Yet, I do remember thinking I might have made a mistake leaving Cyclone VDO to return to play with my original crew. Weird indeed was the draw toward Cyclone. Fittingly, it soon unfolded as my fit with my former team rapidly deteriorated. It was then when I made one of my biggest decisions. I decided to move to Helsinki! Upon arriving, Cyclone welcomed me back with open arms – again something I was not prepared to expect. It was then when I understood that this is no commonplace paintball team, far from it. Everyone seems to say the following, but Cyclone is the benchmark of a family! I had become a part of it, and today I can say I cry and bleed blue and black! Finally, I’d like to end with the following remark: Helsinki Cyclone – Honest Gambling!