Perhaps I'm just naturally over-cheery, but it went- from what I could tell- quite well. I've got my fair share of bruises to show for it at least!
Overcast Mothers Day with a chance of rain and high humidity had about twenty - thirty players thoughout the day, ranging from obvious-expert who darted about the field dodging fire lanes and tapping people out with his pistol, to AK-silicon grip self-proclaimed 'badass' who made a big deal out of every out he made, (no one felt any shame in hitting him though, as his idea of baggy clothing was a camo patterned wifebeater) to pretty much the full spectrum of players inbetween.
The field itself had a wide variety of play areas, more in the style of what seems to be the southern US's field, more "junkyard bunker ball" than woods or air. Little towns of plywood shacks with churchtowers and stuff makes for an interesting game. The staff was good, splitting up the teams fairly evenly- I took my fair share of ridiculous outs but got in some spectacular hits myself. Ended up buying a mask partway through the day as the rental's fogging was not helping my survival rate, and told the guy at the counter that I'd consider it a devotion to the sport. He gave me a pass to a free day on the field.
I'm going to buy a marker at some point though. My rental's idea of a good time was to fire twelve balls in a second and then jam, burning through a tank of air in five games. I switched it out. I didn't even know that it was possible for a 98 Rental to burst fire.
But yeah. It was a serious lot of fun, a decent first experience, and I'll be back. When winning is just an side note to actually playing the game, it seems to balance a lot better with the day.