Ah the feeling of no pressure. But as you stand at the table, looking at a flourescent red square 5 yards in front of you.....how the walls start to close in on you. Making you feel nervous and jittery. You start to gasping for breathe and try to calm yourself down. Everything is silent and still except for the rythmatic thump thump thump of you heart beating in anticipation. You start sweating profusely. You try to focus, but it doesn't help. Then the agonizing beeeep and the feeble attempt to try and squeeze the trigger 10 times. Why, who would want this kind of pressure you ask, why would anybody do something like that to themself.....because your trying to be competitive at a GSSF match and there's a little timer behind your right ear recording your shots. ;f Oh and because some AF punk kid is 7,000 miles away in Iraq heckling you because he can't go shoot with you.......... Words from our bud DJ, protecting Bagdad International for the Air Force. And he was packing Pharaoh just a little! ;f Here's to you DJ, I hope to see you at the matches soon.