Things you do before a game.

[Mr. Technicality]

I listen to some electronic music while prepping my gear. I try to pack it as compactly as possible, so I can carry it to the car in one load.

[Dinotacular]

Gear fondling. Gun fondling. The usual.

[Naked Snake]

I take my gun out for a nice seafood dinner the night before. I tell it how pretty it is... maybe fondle it a little. Then after I lead it on far enough... I put it back in it's box and ignore it's pleas to be let out. Then it becomes enraged at me and swears profusely into all hours of the night so in the morning, presto - my gun is a very angry sleep deprived crazed killing machine. I hardly have to do anything at the event.

[X]

I piss . Don't know why . But every time just before game on . I gotta piss .

[MetraDirty]

Just gotta have some motherfucking pancakes. Have to.

[Tyrant]

I take a monster dump the night before to ensure I am free of the need to do so during the game.

[Eudorus]

Screw my Wife.
Seriously, every game.

[Tactical.Monkey]

Work 8 hours moving approximately 1 ton of grocery products from pallets to the shelves.

This. Also pull a bunch of dated food from the shelf and eat it in the hopes it won't go through me like a laser beam at the game.

Ohh, and Nasty, its a Jewbaru as declared by Bigfoot.

You pull dated food? We just push it to the back of the shelf...

We only do that for milk.

Malk?

[Switch]

1. Drink
2. Drink some more
3. Think about getting ready
4. Drink
5. Then I get ready

[GacktC]

1) drink beer.

[spankie]

1) Make the airsoft arrangements (decide if I go and contact friends to see if they can go, if they need a ride, etc)
2) A few days before, I start charging all my batteries on a rotation basis.
3) The day before, I get all my gear ready out so all I have to do is pack it the next day.
4) Pack my gear, head over to meeting spot of friends, head over to the event

[Deathlycobra]

1. Make sure I have all my gear together
2. If travel time is longer than 1 hour, I grab a milky way and red bull

It's a breakfast of champions

[Scythe]

The night before, I feel nervous and anxious. My mind races about my performance possibly sucking.
I charge my single battery. I charge my camera battery. I practice my auto-aim around my apartment in my underwear and eventually get irritated by the sound of a handful of BBs in a metal high cap.
I put my only working gun down, but fondle it first. It feels like cold smoke stone. It has served me well.
My nerves are wringing my insides so I kill the discomfort by getting wasted.
I either dance, go crazy, torture people, watch stuff, or play videogames.
I lay in bed with my limbs embracing my galil until I turn around in bed.
I stay awake in half repose due to adrenaline.
I do not engage in sexual activity because the imminent battle clouds all else.
The sun rises, my ride comes over and I take so long to get my shit together.
Now the mission is CIGARETTES and ENERGY DRINKS and GATORADE.
On the ride, we tune in to 105.9 for buttrock-metal anthems.
I start feeling rather paranoid and strangely nationalistic (to the Islands).
Notions of my own weakness and smallness appear and disappear before me. I fear everyone thinks I'm a bleeding weirdo.
I avoid eye contact with everyone.
I do not think of food. I put the gatorade in my camelbak. I put my killing face on. I feel like an animal.

[Sleepy]

I spend years on the forums pissing people off so they want my blood.

Then I disappoint them further.

This seems familiar.

[Patterson]

I usually go elk hunting the saturday before a big sunday game, and sunday morning I wake up at 0500 to run through my custom workout. It has paid off big time.