Paintball tears...

T-Square Paintball is a happy place to play paintball.  Even so, every now and then we make a player cry.
It's hell having to tell a 9 year old they can't play.  It's an insurance thing.  It's ironic.  Some think the reason I don't want them to play is that playing, and getting hit, will make them cry.  It might.

The real reason (beside the insurance thing) is that a nine year old doesn't have a clue where the paintball is going - and doesn't really care.  They shoot the refs.  They shoot the lights.  They launch paintballs over the net and into the parking lot.  (Don't ask me how I know this!) They stand in the center of the field and gleefully fire straight up into the air without a care in the world.

For them it's a thrill just being a part of a game.  If I could be sure their little minds were capable of separating the fantasy of the game with the reality of gun violence I might consider them the perfect player.  Except there is always that shooting the refs thing,