Not too cocky to tell as well...
So come on big kids, post how you started out too!
Buddha 3 (still our best friend because he's Money) invited nearly half of our current roster to try it out one absolutely
beautiful sunny day in the summer of 2000.
We were punters then. Wow, as I type this the memories are cropping up my throat.
You know the deal, Tippmann 98's (might as well carry a wet newspaper), überbaggy cammy overalls, and stinky Scott goggles with the opacity of black sandpaper.
I remember my man Cyrus involuntarily donning a bright red clown suit for our first ever game because he was about to get married. I can still see his big ol' Technicolor ass sticking out from behind a wooden shack and I popped my first ever hit on it. Absolute magic. No other words to describe it. It was magic and it was real. I shot someone and it was fun because he was alright. A few sundays later, bought my own kit and suddenly started acting like I owned the field and harass newbies.