This is something I've thought about quite a bit for a long time. I enjoyed paintball so much more when I played rec. I didn't hate anyone, there were no politics to deal with, I didn't have to babysit nine other guys the night before we played, I didn't have to watch a scoreboard, I didn't feel like I had to puke the morning of, no rental cars, no scary motels, etcetra.....
But there's no way to go back, you just can't. It's difficult to justify the welts when you're not playing for a prize of some kind. You put more pressure on yourself to play with newbs 'cause you don't want to get hit by a child with a rental, then when it does finally happen, it's usually by one who's on your team. Ha, not that our regular tourney 'mates don't hit us every once in awhile. Am I alone here, does any one else wish they could feel the way they used to? I swear, I've been teetering on the edge of burn-out for about five years, like Pete has said of himself though, you just can't quit. How 'bout it guys?
But there's no way to go back, you just can't. It's difficult to justify the welts when you're not playing for a prize of some kind. You put more pressure on yourself to play with newbs 'cause you don't want to get hit by a child with a rental, then when it does finally happen, it's usually by one who's on your team. Ha, not that our regular tourney 'mates don't hit us every once in awhile. Am I alone here, does any one else wish they could feel the way they used to? I swear, I've been teetering on the edge of burn-out for about five years, like Pete has said of himself though, you just can't quit. How 'bout it guys?
) The majority of the time it is you that would get them when you head back to rec-ball!
