Yes, I’m still here…

A couple of weeks back I spent a bunch of money to fly to a "Paintball Field and Store Owners Conference". It sucked... the flight and the conference. At risk of sounding arrogant, I'd heard all the grumbling before - the high price of paint, the high price of field insurance, the ignorance of local, state and federal governments trying to enforce the sport of paintball out of business!

The worst of all, I suppose, was the vendors, all hawking products they were sure would make us lots of money while I saw nothing there that was actually aimed at promoting paintball as a fun, safe, family activity.

Just not a very inspiring trip, while back home a player smacked his head on the door of the fort on the Fort Field and scared the bejeezus out of everyone by bleeding like he ripped open a carotid! Scalp wounds bleed like crazy.

Followed by a similar head wound the very next week!

Half a dozen stitches total in one week's time where we had none in eight years! I consider accidents as situations that bear investigation and action but for the life of me I can't figure how either accident could have been avoided unless I start making players wear a full helmet!

Followed this weekend by 99 happy players and one that thought it was necessary to cuss out my daughter over a mistake that was made (and caught, and corrected) by a new employee at the check-out register.

There's not enough therapy in the world that can explain why I let one foul mouthed teenager ruin my mood rather than bask in the accomplishment of bringing a bit of fun into the lives of 99 others!