There I was, hunched down behind some logs, looking up every now and then and pointing my weapon, searching for the enemy. I have seen the face of war, and I can safely conclude one thing for certain: I am really not good in combat situations.
If the welts up and down my body prove anything, it’s that when it comes to playing paintball, I have a lot of practicing to do. Over the weekend, as part of my friend Paul’s bachelor party, we menfolk did what menfolk have been doing since time began, the oldest of bachelor party rights: playing three on three paintball with only face masks as protection. Continue reading The McBournie Minute: Paintball kicked my butt