Recently, the concessions folks at Liberty gave us a booth inside for games, concerts, etc. I had been setting up Big Red outside catching fans coming and going, and a few would run out at halftime. Now, I'm outside cooking and Peggy is inside selling communicating with me every couple of minutes via another technological advancement--a walkie talkie. We employ a couple of college students to help out in both areas and to run the funnel cakes and corn dogs from Big Red into the arena for sales. Works pretty well and with heat lamps, our quality stays pretty high. So, over the past couple of weeks, our funnel cake family has grown by four. Paul, Zack, Ben and Tank are Liberty students trying to pick up a few extra dollars to pay for spring break trips or something. However, for this missive, I have to refer to Tank. Since he is all of three foot six and weighs about 74 pounds, I was compelled to ask him where in the world his nickname came from. With a name like Chillie, I'm pretty astute on nicknames. He informed me that his team mates gave him the moniker. That got me to thinking. Team Mates. What the hell kind of team could he be on. Not football. I know kickers who are bigger than Tank. Not basketball. He couldn't even carry the towels out on the court to wipe up the Pepsi thrown at the referees for blowing a call. Not wrestling. They don't have a 74 pound class at the college level. Ball boys at tennis matches are bigger. Finally, I had to ask. "OK. What kind of team?" "Paint Ball," he stated rather proudly. "Oh," is all I could think of. Paint ball team. What is this world coming to. Now we have paint ball teams at the college level. I can just picture the future. Big Red will be set up outside a huge sports arena selling funnel cakes as fast as I can pour them. Thousands of people are walking by, many of them stopping by for a treat and commenting on their prediction of the match. The blimp is overhead. The betting line is 8 to 5 for the home team. John Madden is stuttering in the broadcast booth. All for the Super Bowl of Paint Ball. Sherwin Williams is in seventh heaven. You can learn alot being around these college kids.