When you play paintball, you kind of half-expect some pain and bruises. Maybe the occasional welt. It's part of the game to get the other guy before they get you.
One of those fingers is the wrong colour and... well the wrong size.
What's particularly uncool is that this didn't even happen to me during the game. I had my hand up and was walking down the edge o the field after being eliminated when a ball came out of nowhere to hit my pinky end-on.
Breaking a gelatin shell moving at 250ft/s was not unlike being hit by a hammer. And that sucked because taking my gloves off was just not fun tonight. Sheesh.
Friday, February 05, 2010
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