DadWithAPen.com (aka TheHungryHungryWriter): Paintball on Sunday

Most people would probably react with a look of ‘are you crazy or something’ expression on their face. Most would just repeat what I just said in the form of a question to make sure what they heard was right.

“I’m playing paintball on Sunday”, is all I have to say.

Not because Playing paintball is such a crazy thing. But because we’ve been fighting 90-100 degree weather here in So.Cal with extreme humidity its even hard to breath. Just stepping out of the house at 6:45 AM and getting into your car is approached with dread with the end results of sweat on your forehead before you can even get the engine to turn.

But sometimes harsh weather is the perfect environment for a day of paintball. It puts you up against more than just trying to avoid paintballs flying at you at 280 feet per second. You’re fighting the elements as well as the enemy.

It takes a lot of motivation to actually gear up in the morning and make the drive to play paintball in the dangerous heat. But in the end, its totally worth it.

I managed six games total. Dale and Dean were able to play a few more games before they called it a day.

The three of us skipped the whole “Vietnam” field to pour water on our heads, drink Gatorade and relax as much as we could under our portable tent. That time spent was enough to get us through the rest of the day.

I managed to drive home with only ONE welt from a ball that didn’t break on my arm. I don’t think Dale or Dean got killed at all either so it was a pretty good day. Team work and some really good moves made it a very productive and successful day. Two fills of my tank and 2000 balls later… I was ready to go home.

Highlights:

Dean got kicked out of a game for shooting 320 FEET PER SECOND! What’s up with that Deaner?

Some guy charged at me because I shot him after he was already shot. It was an honest mistake! Not one for avoiding hand to hand combat if it presents itself, I stood up and waited for a pushing and shoving match which would have eventually ended up with some ground fighting and probably a nice elbow on a guys chin and screams of 'my arm, my arm, my arm' after an arm lock and a heel kick in the face. But that didn't happen. The ref diffused the issue as best he could and the guy walked past me muttering, "If I see you out there..." followed by my reply, "Bring it on newbie." = of course he didn't hear me say that or else it would have really been 'on'!

I broke in my new STIFFI BARREL TIP which made my marker lighter, quieter and uglier. I’m not sure on the accuracy improvements (if any) but it didn’t hinder my game at all so that’s good.