This photo is a snapshot of the killer times we had during my bachelor party weekend. On this day, Charlie, my best man, rented out an entire paintball course that included 13 fields. We shot through almost 15,000 rounds of paint and everyone went home with a few welts. In the back row you have Brent and Woj, the front row is Jesse, Phil, Me, Jim, Charlie and Justin.
At the very end of the day, my brother and I had a standoff. We gripped each others hand, facing opposite directions and on the count of three we sprinted to our respective bunker that were equidistant from our starting point. Then, we turned to fire the last hopper full of paint. We both reached our cover about the same time and turned to fire. As we wound through the last rounds of the day we came out from behind our bunkers and faced each other about 50 feet apart and circled each other, firing, firing and firing... neither of us were going to give in. Wham! Wham! Wham! My paintballs were blasting Jim in the soft tissue of his belly and kidney areas and I caught one in the face.
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