102 was for the people who now knew how to keep score and remotely keep the ball in play. Somewhere between dinking and serving he had hurt his Achilles. He let us play a few points, and thank God I had Philly, who picks up numbers quickly, or I would have never known what the score was.Īs we headed back to the car I was smitten. Swing your arm like a pendulum, hold the paddle loosely, always keep the ball in front of you, and push it over. So, in Drew’s animated way and with his surfer dude voice, he educated us on keeping score.
I had loved watching tennis since I was young, and knew how to score. Not by a third shot drop! (That’s a Pickleball term.) When our California transplant, Drew, started our Pickleball 101 lesson, I quickly discovered this was not tennis. I did not know that I would discover that maturity is not a number.
I thought I was just going to engage in an activity for the more mature season of life I had recently entered. I was unprepared for all Pickleball would reveal about the world around me and in me.
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