Post Something about paintball that you enjoy.

[neppo1345]

"It happens on a random Monday coming back form an event, or late on a sunday night right before you get on a plane and you're about to 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 your neck to a confused stranger or a best friend. You're coming back to the other life; the one without paintball, where no one understands why you do it. You're tired, you're working off little sleep, the question creeps up and you try to ignore it. Why do I do this? Why the travel, why the losses, the missed work, and missed school, hours of practice, and the complaining girlfriend?

Because the lore of living a paintball life is just too potent and the products of the road, the travel; are memories for ever and trips in strange lands, with stranger people. At tournaments it feels like for once you actually get to live as loud as you want. It's worth the sacrifices, it's worth all the bull****. Because if you work hard enough, a Sunday will roll around and you'll be in the huddle screaming with your hand in, one among ten, playing for the world title. Suddenly all those cliches that 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"

Sunday Drivers, Monkey With a Gun Productions.

[CKY_Alliance]

Why i enjoy paintball:

The mix of morning air, dew, and old paint..fields just have their own smell, it's the one thing worth waking up for.

The closeness of my team, seems like no matter how bad of a day we still manage to have fun.

Waking up at 3 A.M. after 2 hours of sleep and working all night, to meet your team by the interstate then 6 peoples gear and them into an area that was not meant to hold that much stuff, Then driving 3 hours to play our hearts out.

Playing with everythign left in me, after very few hours of sleep if any at all.'

Pullin all nighters in the hotel the night before the tournament.

Struggling to become the best, so when you do get a victory it the best feeling

Watching the paint break on the guy at the other end of the field, that i dont know, then shaking his hand and getting along like we have known each other forever.

The adrenaline rush of the game.

Being able to get redemption on the team or guy that destroyed you the last game/event.

So many apsect of the game i still enjoy,they out weigh the negative things Greatly

[CKY_Alliance]

"It happens on a random Monday coming back form an event, or late on a sunday night right before you get on a plane and you're about to 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 your neck to a confused stranger or a best friend. You're coming back to the other life; the one without paintball, where no one understands why you do it. You're tired, you're working off little sleep, the question creeps up and you try to ignore it. Why do I do this? Why the travel, why the losses, the missed work, and missed school, hours of practice, and the complaining girlfriend?

Because the lore of living a paintball life is just too potent and the products of the road, the travel; are memories for ever and trips in strange lands, with stranger people. At tournaments it feels like for once you actually get to live as loud as you want. It's worth the sacrifices, it's worth all the bull****. Because if you work hard enough, a Sunday will roll around and you'll be in the huddle screaming with your hand in, one among ten, playing for the world title. Suddenly all those cliches that 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"

Sunday Drivers, Monkey With a Gun Productions.

That explains it, such a good quote.

[evildead420]

good sportsmanship, thats really about it, good friends and good beers

if your over 21 that is.

[SCpoloRicker]

Aint that the truth, Rick?

I'm coming up to visit you next year, so get a room ready, sucker.

I don't live in the 3 bedroom at the moment, but we'll figure something out.

[chemical x]

My absolute favorite thing is when you know the position of someone but they have no idea you are watching them, Setting up aim on them and fire. Only to see the ball exit from your barrel and drop your target right where you were aiming for.

Probly the only way to make that one hit any better would be to stalk for a bit before you set up aim.

[jenarelJAM]

I enjoy waking up earlier than I do for school, and wanting to wake up.

I enjoy scrounging lunch together, 5 minutes before I leave in the morning.

I enjoy cleaning my gear the night before I play, because I was too tired/sore/lazy to do it when I came home last time.

I enjoy the drive to the paintball field, thinking about the all the stupid things I'm going to try, listening to music with my friends in the back seat.

I enjoy driving home, exhausted, and content.

I enjoy waking myself up that night, because I'm ducking back behind a bunker in my dream.

I enjoy setting up my marker, pulling out my toolbox, loading my hopper and pods.

I enjoy sitting in the chilly morning air, waiting impatiently for the field manager to "orient" us.

I enjoy turning the knob on my tank, pressing the button on my hopper, and flipping the switch on my marker.

I enjoy putting those first 6 paintballs over the chrono, and seeing it set exactly where I left it.

I enjoy taking the trek across the field, to the starting point.

I enjoy sprinting, trying to get to the farthest bunker I can off of the break, and making it.

I enjoy not making it.

I enjoy shaking the hand of the guy who shot me out.

I enjoy talking to the first-time rec players, thinking of buying their first markers, seeing their excitement when they get their first "kill"

I enjoy talking to the field owner, when he's doing a good job.

I enjoy bantering with the refs, and screaming at/to them to check the other player.

I enjoy it when the refs check the other player.

I enjoy the feeling of a bounce, knowing you almost lost it, but got another chance.

I enjoy building a gun stand out of pvc pipe, because buying them is too expensive.

I enjoy buying paintball stuff, and agonizing over the $500+ purchase I'm thinking of making.

I enjoy spending the time I'm not actually paintballing, connected to paintball through AO.

[JOESPUD27]

Amen...

I also like when I just pop of a shot, not really aiming, just kind of a "This could hit them" shot and you see them, hand up, and walking off the field.

I like taking new people and teaming up with them for the day.

I like pushing my personal limits.

I also enjoy the "getting outside" since I now have an office job...

Jay

[Chronobreak]

^ shooting the guy that posted above me at a local field

oh and fast things and bright colors

[__Phoenix__]

I like one balling people with a phantom
I like shooting excessive paint at those same people with a viking next game.

I love when they come to the conclusion: It don't really matter what he's got... he's better than me.

[buzzboy]

One word:
AO
Seriously though, this is my only tie to the sport over summer and deep winter. But in the game of PB I like a lot of things such as comradery, tinkering, adrenaline, setting up the field and analyzing it(saddly that is a big rush to me), playing against people I don't like and crushing them and it gives me something cool to do when I visit my friends out of state.

[pnzrkity]

I've hunted animals since I was eight. The thrill left awhile ago with all the restrictions and controls. Now I like to hunt humans that can hunt back plus when I shoot them I don't have to field dress and clean them.

[Indignant]

cbldawg, Steelrat, Indignant, Carbon, Mighty Mike, EatemAlive, stondroopy, MiketheMarine, Z-Man, Army, Target Practice, tsc, Miscue, that gaggle of high school kids, and all the other Nor-Cal/So-Cal folks I can't remember at the moment.

-Paintball is still fun for me because i can be bros with someone i've never met before, if only for a day.
-Paintball is still fun for me because it is one place where most new people will really listen to the tips you give them
-Paintball is still fun for me because of the community
-Chevy's.

[punkncat]

Good friends getting together to have a good time.

The rush when you see the paintball coming and barely get out of the way.

Pulling one shot, getting one kill.

Tinkering with all my, and anyone else who will let me, equipment.

Getting new players in the game, and re-inviting old ones.

Planning a game weekend.

Making a bunker way up the field under fire.

Sneaking up behind someone and getting the surrender.

A good snap shooting contest, win or lose.

Getting hosed during a run through.

[Warwitch]

The look of envy on the faces of my co-workers when I tell them how much fun it was on Monday mornings

I am also an equal opportunity pballer. Men, women, and childern are all acceptable targets