Major League Paintball Held Hostage, Day 12

No need to get on my case about the follow up post to Logan's Run, PSP Style. It's coming tomorrow and I (for once) have a damn good excuse. I spent the last two days in the belly of the beast and lived to talk about it. And you, my friends, are the beneficiaries of my big adventure. Okay, it wasn't quite the belly of the beast but it was the PSP's super secret rulebook meeting. Okay, it wasn't actually super secret but I did have to spend two days in the same room as Chris Raehl. And I came out unscathed. Except for the occasional outburst of unmanly blubbering.
Anyway, tomorrow you get the follow-up post plus bonus coverage of the Race 2 format. (This way everybody wins and what could be better than that? Until then who knows how many antacids Lane will munch waiting to see what I say?)

Today, in the spirit of Pravda, the NPL has released a statement that rivals the Millennium Series stalwarts in its capacity to use words to communicate absolutely nothing of any consequence. If the ability to say nothing in agreeably banal generalities is the mark of major league paintball expertise the new league is in good hands. For those interested in wasting a couple more minutes of their life check the statement out at PBReserve.
I know, I'm harshing your mellow but I can't help it. I want to go play some more 7-man but I'm not delusional. Right now it's all fanfare and excitement and Huntington Beach. Hurrah! What happens if (when) that event tanks? Teams that can ill afford it will have sold the family cow for a handful of magic beans and competitive paintball will have taken another hit.