Archive for July, 2010
My friends and I go paintballing virtually every weekend, and although we don’t compete in competitions, our matches definitely aren’t for the faint of heart. It’s not uncommon for us to have to call off the game early when a scuffle breaks out over a disputed kill. And when you know the battles are going to be heated, you have to come to the paintball field prepared.
Last weekend I didn’t heed my own advice and boy did I pay for it. After going through my entire clip of paintballs, I found myself stranded behind enemy lines. I reached into my holsters for my reserve paintball pistols only to find that I had left them back at my Mom’s house. I made a mad dash back to my base, but it was too late-the enemy spotted me fleeing and let loose a hail of fire, pelting my back and spelling disaster for my squad.
In my younger days, my buddies and I would go out paintballing every weekend. We would spend all of our hard-earned money on new equipment and ammo, traveling around the Tri-City area to take part in various competitions. As we’ve grown older, the opportunities for paintballing have dwindled, but last weekend we were able to find some time to head out to our old stomping ground.
Back when we frequented the course there was a set of regulars, but when we returned it was nothing but brash, diehard kids. It’d been awhile since any of us had upgraded our gear, and the technological advancements in the equipment quickly became apparent. Not only were our opponents’ markers more accurate and high-powered, they also had advanced peripheral weaponry like paintball grenades.