Seriously, this was awesome! I came back with big bruises on my torso and arms from getting pelted, but it was WAY better than any other sport I've attempted. This was in August, so we were sweating it in the Missouri humidity still. Scott Sampson, the man who lived true to his name, won most of the games, coming out without a bit of paint or pain. My courageous rampages occasionally resulted in severe pain to the hands and waist. Next time I'll wear something to protect my gut. OUCH!