Never say never...

I've got nothing. I'm exhausted physically and emotionally. Every year, twice a year here at T-Square we hold a 6 hour big game. It's nothing to rival D-Day or an EMR castle battle but I dare anyone to tell me it's not as stressful and nerve wracking to host. When it's over I swear I'll never hold another and every one says, "Yeah, sure" and just shake their heads.

A Dad and his son drove 7 hours to get here. Our youngest player just turned 10. The oldest player was a young 55 and the oldest gun brought to the event was a 1988 Sniper converted to an auto-cocker. Of 131 players one used a pump while just over half used rentals. The paint shot good and Aaron over at KEE threw a few goodies on the top of the skid to give away.

There are a few more numbers, 140 hot dogs comes to mind, but I'm to numb to remember them clearly. Business wise I made enough money to pay some bills and take the crew out to dinner. I don't think I'm going to host another...

Yeah, right!