...I love my angel, and I HATE tippmans.
The group that played yesterday at the field with us wouldn't let the two of us use our angels because "they were too fast". So to level the playing field, we took rental tippys out with us.
Holy CRAP...
I saw feet sticking out, arms, tanks, tops of heads....and couldn't hit ANYTHING due to the crappy barrel on the tippy. Not to mention the thing was like trying to hold a halberd in front of me. And forget trying to make a run-through with the thing....
Sometimes we need some adversity to really appreciate how much we love our thousand dollar paint slingers, right?
The group that played yesterday at the field with us wouldn't let the two of us use our angels because "they were too fast". So to level the playing field, we took rental tippys out with us.
Holy CRAP...
I saw feet sticking out, arms, tanks, tops of heads....and couldn't hit ANYTHING due to the crappy barrel on the tippy. Not to mention the thing was like trying to hold a halberd in front of me. And forget trying to make a run-through with the thing....
Sometimes we need some adversity to really appreciate how much we love our thousand dollar paint slingers, right?





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