Paintball is terrible.
I don't get it. What kind of dystopian post-human wasteland do we live in when we derive pleasure from running around in the woods trying to shoot our friends with guns? I like my friends. I rather go to a baseball game.
The whole culture is pervasive, too. I actually got sucked into a paintball expedition in Staten Island during my own bachelor party weekend ... and you know what was the best part of the afternoon? When we got back on the bus and headed back to Manhattan so I could start drinking again.
And, oh, by the way ... have you ever been shot by a paintball? No, I don't mean the shot that hits the part of your arm protected by three layers of sweatshirt. I'm talking a clean pop on an exposed calf or hand. Maybe the dreaded windpipe shot. That s--t hurts like hell. Never again.
Poor Wilson started camp on the NFI list and the team hopes to get him back in about 10 days. Next time he should just come to the bar with me.