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HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII, itss stephh. & i fucking love chris, and hes amazing
I LOVE GIRLS NAMED STEPHANIE SHORR.
Matty Marshal-"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're 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're working off little sleep, the question creeps up and you try to ignore it. Why do I do this? Why the travel? Why the losses, and the missed work, the missed school, hours of practice and the complaining girlfriend? Because the lure of living a paintball life is just too potent, 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 sacrifices, it's worth all the bull****. 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 seven 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."-Matty Marshal
Heroes for a Day quote -Matty MarshallIt's a sick and perverse thing, we know.But it's what we are good at, shooting people for a living; playing paintball.Yea that's right, paintball.And the real world thinks this is lame? Or crazy? Or fun? Or a waste of time?They don't understand what we do or how hard it is. Even the wives, the girlfriends, the families, the friends; they don't understand the battle, our battle.For glory, for money, for the people you believe in, but mostly for respect.And for this fight that nobody gives a shit about,We've traveled hundreds of thousands of miles, to hundreds of towns, and shot thousands of times.Slept on floors, in train stations, bounced rent checks.Because were good at this. Because it's hard and humbling. Because some days you really can be a hero to your friends.And if your boys and my boys ever meet on the field in a gunfightWe will fuck you up.
The Creed of the Baller -Matty MarshallThe question creeps up and you try to ignore it.Why do I do this?Why the travel, why the losses, the missed school, hours of practice and the complaining girlfriend?Because the lure of living a paintball life is too potent, and the products of the road and the travel are memories forever.At tournaments, it feels like, for once, you actually get to live as loud as you want.It's worth all the sacrifices, it's 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.
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