I believe I’ve mentioned on this blog before that it took three invitations over three years for myself to accepted an invitation to play paintball. A friend organized outings for the company he worked for and asked friends along to boost numbers. The thought of having people hit me with an object that might hurt didn’t appeal to me. I guess I was scared. No other way to put it.
I’m not sure why I was scared. I don’t remember my friends showing me welts from the result of paintball hits. They did smile slyly when they talked about what it was like. You know, grinning as they are telling you there is nothing to worry about. I didn’t trust them.
This was in the day when pumps were the standard rental, so rarely did anyone get hit more than once. In a whole day you might have been shot half a dozen times. I’ve been thinking lately that if I were in those shoes in today’s times, where semis are the norm and getting shot 3 or more times at once isn’t uncommon, I’m not sure if I would have ever accepted that invitation. Nothing earth shattering in that thinking. Just a thought I had when reading someone pondering why we are not attracting new players like we used to.
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