paintball

our big otis paintball sunday happened yesterday. another successful year of otis domination. i think i played a little harder this year and i have the welts and bruises to prove it. also, my quadriceps kill from extreme crouching.

one of my favorite moments was in the 'jungle of doom' when after sitting in the forest for about 20 minutes and taking a couple fools down, i had to run our 'idol' (a rope) all the way back to the 'tiki' (a fake ancient ruin). i put the idol on the wrong tiki, realized it, shot two of my own teammates and then had to walk the idol about 1/4 of a mile back to the tiki with our guide following me, very ready to end the game. a little friendly fire comes with the territory, right? plus you can't see crap with those masks on.

i knew i was about done playing for the day during the 'bedlam' game (a mock abandoned city). heidi and i were in the midst of a shootout when suddenly, from behind us, we heard matt-bo enter the fake town hall. we spun around fast enough to see him, but not fast enough to escape his paint-wrath. heids and i were both hit from real close range and (after taking the assassin down with me) i howled in pain as i hobbled off the course attempting to keep my arms in the air so i didn't get re-shot.

the pic on the right of joe and i (courtesy arnie) is a pretty accurate illustration of the feeling you get after a long day of paintballing.

i'm glad we only do this once a year. i think it takes that long to recover.