Battlefield 3 Live the Game

Based on an idea from a Finnish gaming magazine. An Editor will play a game and write an article based on the experiences they have in the game.

Anyone can do this but try to follow a format similar to this, including the title structure

The game in question this time is none other then the current GD multiplayer favorite, Battlefield 3. Played the game last night with SauceBoss and had my wife next to me to document the action.

Map: Seine Crossing
Gametype: Rush
Players: 32

Started playing as Support class. Selected claymores because I need kills with them.
Checked the scoreboard. Damn, Sauce is on the other side. I'm screwed.
Running to defend B. Killed some guy with the PKP Pecheneg. It was Sauce. Felt good. Sip of beer to congratulate myself.
Placing claymores around B. Running for cover. Some poor chap run into my claymore. My soul laughs.
Damn, they planted the bomb. Quick burst from my LMG and the guy goes down. Disarmed the bomb.
Got killed. Big surprise.
Spawned on a squad mate. Enemy! He went down easily.
Enemy LAV is approaching. Damn, it saw me. There was no cover so it killed me easily. Surprise, it was Sauce. Sip of beer while cursing Sauce on the voice. Luckily he doesn't speak Finnish.
Spawned on the defender position. HUGE rush to get to A. Running to the wrong direction. Ashamed. Sip of beer and I get my bearings straight.
LAV, again. Got killed by it, again. It was Sauce, AGAIN. ¤##¤"&% I hear him laughing.
Another try for A. Planted claymores. Once again it's succesful, got a kill.
They're coming for A in force. I let my LMG sing it's deadly song. Assist after assist but no kills.
A is secure, running to defend B. Lost A. I guess there was someone left after my rampage.
Taking fire from the bridge. Damn they're accurate. Trying to counter with suppressing fire. Can't hit anything. Shit! RPG incoming! Luckily it missed.
Somebody planted the bomb, running to check the situation. Got greeted by a wall of 9mm ammo from Sauce's SMG. He got me, again. Sip of beer to relax my nerves.
Going to defend A. Again I got the place covered with claymores. I'm putting up a tent in a nice, shady corner.
It seems camping is really not my thing, got killed. And we lost A.
Running for B. Enemy! He hasn't spotted me yet. Aiming with the IRNV. Dead on! Got a kill. It was Sauce. Feels good, another sip.
Sitting at B with my beloved claymores covering me. Nothing is happening.
Got bored and decided to get some air. Got killed the second I got out.
Spawned on a squad mate in the middle of a huge firefight. Randomly throwed a grenade. No luck.
Somebody surprised me from behind and is now planting the bomb. Team mate got the bomb disarmed.
Spawned again. Randomly running in different directions. RPG! It hit me right in the knee.
Running for B again. Somebody set the bomb. Going to disarm it.
Somebody killed me. It was Sauce, laying on the ground next to the bomb. Sip of beer prevents me from going to Israel with a kitchen knife.
Running for A. Planted claymore, as usual. Started a camp and singing 'Kumbaya' by the fire. Damn, there's a bomb in B.
Lost B. Am I the only one doing anything? Somebody tripped on my claymore.
Firefight. Spreading the love with my LMG. 3 kills. Not bad. Sip of beer.
Apparently those bastards know when I'm taking a sip, A is armed. Running for it.
A is crawling with enemy soldiers. Died instantly. A is lost. And so is the round.

Final results:
Sauce owned the round with a score of 7019, 33 kills and 8 deaths. I hate him.
Me? I was the best in my team but nowhere near the score of Sauce. Got 2203 points with 13 kills and 13 deaths. K/D 1. Not bad, right? (Yeah you keep telling that to yourself)
Sauce got the 'Killing Machine' and 'Best Assault' awards. I got 'Best Support', as usual.