Dreaming About Pickleball

There were pickleball balls everywhere.

Different colors.

A random number of holes punched through each ball.

Some had circles and some had squares and some had triangles.

If you’re wondering what the heck is happening here, it was my very first pickleball nightmare.

I showed up to play with a group at my local tennis center. But there were more people than courts. I stood around awkwardly, debating if I should just leave.

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Pickleball Graduation: Moving On Up!

I had my first “low intermediate” pickleball open play session. Is it ridiculous that I was a wee bit nervous before I arrived? With one lesson and one beginner open play behind me, it felt a bit early to be stepping up, but it seems like tennis players can make a relatively easy transition.

My biggest fear surrounded scoring. Will I know what to do? Will I disrupt the game’s flow for people who are really into it? Can I hang with this next level of play?

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