CRUSHING

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Fueled by hate,Driven by heart

SINGEL





FUCKEN RIGHTS ITS STARTEN TO GET COLD AND IM READY TO SHRED THE HILLS



SLEDSPIGS FOR LIFE

~~**15 REASONS TO DATE A PAINTBALLER**~~
1. we arent afraid to get down and dirty
2. we know how to listen to directions
3. we have at least a 10 inch barrel
4. we can fire off 100's of rounds without getting tired...
5. we always wear protection
6. we LOVE to be agressive
7. we never forget to lube.
8. money is no limit
9. we can squeeze into tight spots
10. we play in different positions
11. were quick to reload
12. we make sure our balls are in perfect condition
13. we can use any holes
14. spraying is no problem
15. we have quick finger action

R U A BALLER


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 an 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, 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. Its worth the sacrifices, its worth all the bull shit. Because if you work hard enough, a Sunday will roll around and you�ll be in the huddle screaming with your hand in, one amount seven, playing for the World title. And suddenly all those clich�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.�