Paintball, paintball, and more paintball. Then football too. PAINTBALL IS LIFE! EAT SLEEP DREAM IT!! ..
It happens on a random monday. coming back from an event, or late on a sunday night, right before you get on the plane and you're about to be frisked for the third time. you're driving, you're flying, you're sitting in a airport seat with boys from the team. you're drinking stale coffee trying to stay awake, you'e explaining the fat welt on the side of your neck to a confused stranger or a best friend. you're coming back to the other life, the one without paintball-- where no one understands why you do it. You're tired. You'e working off little sleep, the question creeps up and you try to ignore it. "Why do I do this? Why do I travel?, Why the losses, and missed work, the missed school hours of pratice and complaining girlfriend?" Because the lure of living a paintball life is just too potenet, and the products of the road, the travel, are memories forever, and trips and strange lands with stranger people. At tournaments, it feels like, for once, you actually get to live as loud as you want. It's worth the sacrafices, its worth all the bullshit. Because if you work hard enough a sunday will roll around and you'll be in the huddle, screaming, with your hand in, one among ten playing for the world title. and suddenly, all those cliches you ever heard make sense, and you are defined. You say it to yourself and it means everything. "I am a paintball player, and this moment, right here, is my life."ollie lang, GOD, Ryan greenspan, BobLOng, U???
i like alot of rock, basically anything except rap. I listen to alot of Slipknot, trapt, AC/DC, you know... the good stuff
lol gone in 60 seconds, natural selection, 300fps other paintball vids
ESPN, SPIKE, FSN
hahaha i definitely dont read
Batman, MY DAD, SUPERMAN, OLLIE LANG, GOD !