...I got shot in the balls. A group of mostly coworkers played paintball last weekend at http://www.riversiderenegades.com It was a beautiful day for November... perfect for running around in the woods shooting people. We played capture the flag in teams of 6. We all got quite a workout as the entire field was on the side of hill and there was plenty of cover. It took a while to figure out the basic tactics, but once I did, I started to kick some ass. I eliminated half the opposing team in one match from extreme long range. I'm not sure if they even knew where it was coming from. In one of the last matches I had just finished taking out two guys, when I heard someone approaching from behind. I turned, spotted my manager (Andrew) at close range, and starting firing. I was in a crouch with my knees facing the attack... a few shots whizzed past and then "BAM!", a paintball right in the sack. I just crumpled, falling forward into a slow roll downhill. It was a brutal mixture of intense pain and an overwhelming desire to vomit. Adding insult to injury, the paintball that got me didn't even break. It took a while, but I was eventually able to walk it off. Thankfully it was near the end of the day as that took a lot of wind out of my sails. Lesson learned: next time wear a cup.