Recap of the week:
Monday Afternoon last week old roommate Phil invited me for a Houston-s/Tanguray Gin Paintball party at Close Encounters in Newhall. It was Wednesday at 10am, so I asked for the day off. After picking up 2 more Huston-s bartenders we were of. All the paint, food, air, drinks were free so a great time was had by all. Phil and I got separated from the start (he was late coming up the hill). He was yellow team, I was red. 5 or 6 of the players had their own stuff. The rest of the 40 were first timers. We played on the field that 2 years before had given me my most glorious moment: Phil/Me showdown in the canyon; he had the better gun-I had the better aim. I am in a lot better shape now so running the hills was a bit easier than last time. Since we were playing with newbies I ran the gamut of rolls : Wing attack, bunker hold, field commander. The last couple games were-capture the flag- so I fell back into my familiar sniper roll. And in the second to last game The 2 girls who stayed back with me and I successfully defended the flag against 12 enemies. Even had a few of the other team come over and congratulate us after. They wiped out most of our team, and still couldn-t get to the flag…he he. Now to the final game. A few of the other team went home (it was 3pm and they had to work that night) so they asked for volunteers to switch sides. As I started to walk over, I was grabbed by three people on my team and was pulled back, Ok…I guess I was wanted. Our general came up with a plan for this-FOOTBALL- game. Surround enemy but don-t advance…then at the 10 min mark regroup and assault down the middle. 10 minutes because that-s when the reincarnation period would be over. A bad plan-but what the hell…it-s the last game. The General and I were the flag defenders all was good till the call back came at 9 min-HUH? They still have a full team. As the march up the middle was started we started dropping like flies. I went halfway up the ridge to spread out more when I slipped. As I slide the hill my foot slid under a root while I kept going over. My foot didn-t release til I heard a-POP- in my ankle, then it slide out from under the root. I was a heap at the bottom of the canyon. I was even shot 3 times before they realized I wasn-t moving. After 2 min I was able to limp off the field. Before I even reached the netting, the other team had won ( The first game not called because of time). The foot swelled up like a balloon, but after x-rays were negative, all I could do was stay off it and ice it.
Here we are one week later and I still hobble around and have to ice it each night.
I didn-t take any pics the day it happened. But here is my foot today-.
foot (23k image)
Most of the swelling is down and the blood has settled to the bottom of the foot.

I managed a few bike rides with deb. But when we moved up to 14 miles, my ankle would just get worse.

We did see a flick on Saturday:
K-19 (3 of 5)
A History Channel story, which should have been on the history channel. It was a true play by play of what happened. But nothing worthy of a big screen treatment. All the actors were good, but you learn nothing about them throughout the movie. It-s like watching one baseball game and thinking you know the life story about the shortstop. The History channel probably would have done a better job with the background. Kathryn walked through the direction on this, blanking out the great promise she showed with Near Dark, Blue Steel and Point Break. Saw it at THE BRIDGE in a directors screening theater. Perfect showing until the moron next to us decided to take a cell call in the last ten minutes of the film. THANK GOD FOR HOME THEATER!!!!!

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