this is not an ice cream cone.

there are days when i feel like this. with the weather cycling back around to higher temperatures, days like this are less frequent. winter makes me mean.
this weekend Brandon was sicky for a couple of days but luckily started feeling better before his "pump party" which is a get together of guys who play pump paintball instead of that 45 balls a second crap. these guys don't have to have 500 rounds of paint on them at all times and they abide by more of an honor code than any semi players i have ever seen. that being said- take about 20 of them and throw them outside on a cold, still winter evening and watch them go. it's something to see. something pure. for the most part, those who play pump are a different kind of player. they are more concerned with strategy then out-gunning you which makes for a more courageous type of player. they have a better idea of where they stand on the field and what they will have to do to make a hit count. you could compare the two as if one was a highly trained assassin and the other a foot soldier a faceless body in a sea of helmets. the assassins make for much better company in my opinion.
it made for a great saturday night.
this is not exactly a photo from saturday night as it was dark on the field, but you get the idea nonetheless.