I was playing today at my local field with a pretty small crowd, just me and some buddies running 2 vs 2 most of the day. I was walking off the field after a match when I went to fiddle with the trigger of my phantom and noticed my trigger shoe was missing.
I usually wouldn't sweat it, but the dang thing was annodized to match my phantom and everything so I was a little bummed out. The guys and I and some refs looked for 10 or so minutes, but given that it's a tiny piece that's silver and green amongst grass and rocks I gave up so we could keep playing.
A few hours later I wanted to cheer myself up so I figured I'd buy something small from Jeff, the guy who runs my local field. He's notoriously generous, he charges me ten a bag for paint when he bothers to ask and let's regulars play for free all the time. I pretty much wanted to buy something to pay him back.
Literally as he was ringing me up ($10 for the shirt only because I insisted) my buddy started shouting about how he found my trigger shoe. It really felt like an odd form of karma.
Aand oddly enough that's one of my favorite 'paintball' moments in years, the game itself is the main appeal obviously, but the people you meet and the camaraderie and friendship is often what keeps me coming back. Like I said, it was a slow day at the field today, but I was hanging out with the type of people who would take time out of playing to help me out at a field run by a man who puts the sport ahead of profits and there's something really special about that.
I usually wouldn't sweat it, but the dang thing was annodized to match my phantom and everything so I was a little bummed out. The guys and I and some refs looked for 10 or so minutes, but given that it's a tiny piece that's silver and green amongst grass and rocks I gave up so we could keep playing.
A few hours later I wanted to cheer myself up so I figured I'd buy something small from Jeff, the guy who runs my local field. He's notoriously generous, he charges me ten a bag for paint when he bothers to ask and let's regulars play for free all the time. I pretty much wanted to buy something to pay him back.
Literally as he was ringing me up ($10 for the shirt only because I insisted) my buddy started shouting about how he found my trigger shoe. It really felt like an odd form of karma.
Aand oddly enough that's one of my favorite 'paintball' moments in years, the game itself is the main appeal obviously, but the people you meet and the camaraderie and friendship is often what keeps me coming back. Like I said, it was a slow day at the field today, but I was hanging out with the type of people who would take time out of playing to help me out at a field run by a man who puts the sport ahead of profits and there's something really special about that.