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My pickleball opponent glared at me, eyes ablaze with fiery intensity.
He stood 14 feet away, close enough for me to watch his muscles pulsate; his nose flair.
Tension high, pressure mounting.
And then I saw it.
Attached to his white-knuckled hand was a paddle adorned with a smiling pickle.
Not just any smiling pickle. But the cutest and friendliest pickle you will ever see.
Damn, I love pickleball.