One of the best days of paintball I’ve ever had.
Thursday, March 25th, 2010This was a number of years ago, in my spare time after my REAL job I worked at a local paintball field. Being a Ref and helping all the Newbs / Rentlers enjoy a day of paintball with their friends was rewarding. It was nice to sort of live vicariously through people experiencing paintball for the first or second time. Giving general playing tips and deserved congratulations, especially to the kid who mercy killed 1/3 of the OpFor with no balls in his hopper.
There was one day in particular that will always stand out however. No its not what you’re thinking, there was no glory for me, in fact I was taken out quite early on.
Sometimes, near the end of the working day at the field, the group of rentlers would invite the Ref’s to come join in the fun for a the last game or two. Who am I to turn down some target practice? As you may imagine I come fully prepared: custom A5, tactical vest & pods, pads, camouflage and the fact that I’ve been guiding these guys for a few hours on how to play paintball. If you were out playing for your first time and were young and impressionable, you may have been intimidated. Which it was obvious that most of these kids were, but I always play nice and take it easy on the Newbs since you want repeat customers, not butt hurt cry babies.
We separate into the two teams and rally on opposite ends of the field consisting of dirty old stacks of tires. Off the break everything goes well, and I make it to my grimy stack of tires to post up and lay it down. Unfortunately I’m paying more attention to what my team is doing then what I myself should be doing. A rentler, so small I barely notice him, flanks me on my right and spastically starts shooting at me.
He hit me. Did he really? A rentler? Hit me? . . . I check, yup, he hit me. Not a glancing or grazing or almost hit, a dead on splotch to the thigh. So I raise my hand and call out, which to be honest is something I’m used to.
This kid was the most excited I’ve ever seen someone while playing paintball. The game was still on but he had practically dropped his marker to dance as spastically as he was shooting at me, screaming “I GOT HIM I GOT HIM”. I don’t recall how that round ended, who won wasn’t important. The fact that I could participate in giving someone that moment, that victory, no matter how minor, made that one of the best days of paintball I’ve ever had.
