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  • Speedball Monologue

    The Paintball Life "Go! Go! Rush through it! He's the only one left! Go! Go! Goooo!" Purple smoke is only thing between me and the enemy player. Heart is racing, shoots are still being fired from both sides of the field. Deep breath, gun up and go. If you've played paintball before, you know exactly what I'm talking about. A full bore rush of adrenaline, a learning experience, an adventure to the unknown and of course there's nothing better than wearing war paint while talking with the team and sweat dripping down your cheek. Now I'm not sure about you but I like adrenaline. A tangible feeling of emotion and energy mixed with pure insanity. Adrenaline is great. It covers pain and everything our boring lives throws at us. Paintball brings the potential to be pumped, to be motivating, to be energized, to be ignorant and reckless. Paintball is the reason I can wake up early on the weekends. Luckily it’s a long ride and usually I go with my close friend, Kyle. Meaning I get those few extra minutes of sleep before stepping into the war zone. Best believe I'm not the only one. Imagine a six foot tall cop around his late twenties, working a twelve hour overnight shift almost every day yet still drags himself out of bed with two hours of sleep with to go practice on a hot summer day, sun is out, sweating with all the layers you have on, feeling all gross by the end of the day. Let’s not forget, go to work that night power through it with no sleep. Now that's commitment.…

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