AO: We are back from the dead... again! After an 18 day outage, we are finally alive and well. Who knew how complicated updating software/databases from 2008 would be. I still have alot of tweaks to make, but my main goal was getting everything patched and updated to 2026.
Vbulletin 6 has changed alot since 2008 so we will have a ton of new features to dig into.
the 'Tom Kaye '08' bit is because he is who I am going to vote for this coming November (write in ballot of course) because I can't stand any of the drooling morons currently running for prez
Tom Kaye '08
^^thats who I am voting for this year^^
A book has moving parts. They're called pages.
^^thats something I told my Wife once^^
Playing at a CCPL event years ago when I shot a bad guy in the face. I promptly yelled for the reff to "check his face!!!". It has evolved into "check your face", works real well adding insult to injury.
Powered By Jeep....35's and a bad attitude don't mix.
Playing at a CCPL event years ago when I shot a bad guy in the face. I promptly yelled for the reff to "check his face!!!". It has evolved into "check your face", works real well adding insult to injury.
similar thing with my friend. he was able to one ball a guy through a small hole in the woods ball bunker he was in right on the lens then yelled "tea bag", he has been able to do it 2 or 3 times
It Happens on a random monday
Coming back late from an event, or late on a sunday night right before you're about to get on the plane and be frisked for the third time
You're driving, you're flying, you're sitting in an airport seat with boys from the team.
you're drinking stale coffee trying to stay awake.
you're explaining the fat welt on the side of you're neck to a confused stranger or a best friend.
you're coming back to the other life, the one without paintball, where noone understands why you do it.
you're tired, working off little sleep, and the question creeps up and you try to ignore it.
Why do i do this? why the travel? why the losses? the missed work; the missed school. hours of practice and the complaining girlfriend.
because the lore of living a paintball life is just oo potent.
and the products of the road, the travel, are forever in memories in strange lands with stranger people.
because at tournaments you feel as though you can live as loud as you want.
it's worth all the sacrifices its worth all the bull****.
cause if you work hard enough, a sunday will roll around and you'll be in the huddle screaming, you're hand in, one of ten, playing for the world title.
and suddenly al of those cliche's you've ever heard make sense, and you are defined.
you say it to yourself and it means everything.
"I am a paintball player, and this moment right here is my life."
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