[HxCPaintball]

im in speech class at my skool and i have to say a poem, does any1 kno where i can get some paintball related 1s, i tryed google and didnt come up with much, thnx this would really help

[c0tt0n i joe]

It happens on a random monday coming back from an event. 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, your flying, you're sitting in an airport seat with boys from the team. You're drinking stale coffee trying to stay awake. Your explaining the fat welt on the side of your neck, to a confused stranger or a best friend, your coming back to the other life. The one without paintball, where no one understands why you do this? 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 missed work, 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, you actually get to live as loud as you want. It's worth the sacrifices, it's worth all the bullshit, cause if you work hard enough, a sunday will roll around and youll 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.

-Matty Marshall

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c0tt0n i joe, on Oct 16 2008, 02:30 PM, said:

It happens on a random monday coming back from an event. 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, your flying, you're sitting in an airport seat with boys from the team. You're drinking stale coffee trying to stay awake. Your explaining the fat welt on the side of your neck, to a confused stranger or a best friend, your coming back to the other life. The one without paintball, where no one understands why you do this? 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 missed work, 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, you actually get to live as loud as you want. It's worth the sacrifices, it's worth all the bullshit, cause if you work hard enough, a sunday will roll around and youll 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.

-Matty Marshall

even after years it still gives me chills

[rollinshake]

c0tt0n i joe, on Oct 16 2008, 03:30 PM, said:

It happens on a random monday coming back from an event. 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, your flying, you're sitting in an airport seat with boys from the team. You're drinking stale coffee trying to stay awake. Your explaining the fat welt on the side of your neck, to a confused stranger or a best friend, your coming back to the other life. The one without paintball, where no one understands why you do this? 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 missed work, 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, you actually get to live as loud as you want. It's worth the sacrifices, it's worth all the bullshit, cause if you work hard enough, a sunday will roll around and youll 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.

-Matty Marshall

wow dude dat came frm da heart