My company recently had our “annual late summer thing”. Instead of the usual smacking & chasing little white balls around a big lawn (can you tell I don’t like golf) we decide to go to a paint-ball range.
This is one of those quasi-combat camps where you dress up in a padded suit like a rabid-dog handler with a helmet and face-shield… then sneak around in the woods and try and “kill” the other team?
We drew lots and I was on one team, my wife on the other. After about 10 minutes of manouvering around for a clear shot to pick-off my boss… WHAM…WHAM…
It felt like I got Louisville Slugger’d!
One in the gut, the other a perfect “X” ring bullseye in the chest.
And there’s my wife about 20 yards away with a big 'ol grin:D
I’ll vote for pasture pool next year thank you very much!