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1-30 baby. Nothin better then winning a game of backyard baseball in the bottom of the 9th. And to think, I still got the W even though I had a 30.00 ERA

Paintball yesterday kicked some serious ass. No, I’m not kidding, I got my ass kicked folks. Almost everybody out there were hard core players who had guns that shot 100 yards, small pistols, sniper rifles, grenades, bazookas, artillery, fighter jets….ok, maybe I made a few of those up, but it sure as hell seemed like it. And here I was, with the rental gun that never shot in the same motion twice, trying to hit guys who were far out of my range, and being pelted with paintballs. And damn was it fun =) I just wanted to try one game using some of the equipment those other people had. Tommy let me use his gun once when we were defending this bridge. It was pretty much down to Tommy, Clay, Drew (Tommy’s best friend), and Me. We had a few little kids as our last line of defense, but they were scared shitless and didn’t really want to fight back. I had a good line of sight, so Tommy tossed me Clay’s gun, which has a nice 16-inch barrel on it, giving it some damn good range. I just stretched out and started picking people off one by one. Then there was this one map with an old mine shaft in it. Tommy, Drew, and I went in and snuck up behind the other team and had our way with them. We tried using that same strategy against another team, but it didn’t quite work. Tommy was leading and I was behind him and as Tommy was walking out of the shaft, two gun barrels just dropped into view from above the shaft and I heard “surrender…” Tommy said a few cuss words, I dove back into the shaft, and hid in the mud as the enemy just littered the shaft with paint.

As we were marching to the battle in one map, this little kid named Hunter runs up and joins our team. Now by little, I mean 7 years old little and small for his age. As we are walking, Tommy and I are talking about how we will help protect him and he says “Mother fucker, it sure is hot out here.” Tommy and I stare at each other and ask him what he said and he repeats it for us as casually as asking for a glass of milk. Then, as we get to the battle, he shoots me in the back of the head to make sure his gun worked. Damn thing hurt like hell and I wanted to shoot him back so badly. We ended up getting flanked and then massacred that game. It wasn’t too fun =)

Last night Tan and Ronak had a nice little barn…err, bon fire. I personally advised against throwing the lighter into the fire. I was outvoted 4-1 though. About 30 seconds later, all 4 who voted against me quickly agreed that it should have been 0-5 in favor of the “let’s use common sense and all say hell no at the same time” platform that I campaigned under. =) It took us 5 or 6 hot dogs before we got the hang of how to actually cook them. Since when does tin foil burn? I remember cooking hamburgers in the middle of a fire without it burning. Maybe it was magic tin foil. I guess we’ll never know…

I just saw that my neighborhood is having it’s yearly yard sale this weekend. Now folks, I love yard sales. Not only do I have boxes upon boxes of shit that I need to get rid of, but can’t quite bring myself to throwing away because they have some value in them. And what better way to unload junk you no longer want than at a yard sale? Yet I always use the money I’ve earned and go buy other people’s junk they no longer want, quickly refilling the junk I just sold. It’s a vicious cycle that I would never wish upon anyone.

Well, I am off to work on my site a little more and then go to bed. Take it easy folks.