Tag: Dink
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The Shot I Waited All Night For
The ball was flying, high-arcing through the air toward me. It was the end of a rally, in a set of hard-fought games. We were playing a best of five and we were either tied or down 2-1. The ball was way too high, I evaluated that it was going to land in the kitchen.…
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Catching up, like a ball that gets by you…
Let me catch you up. I feel like the second shot has just been hit to me and I’ve already moved up, so now I’m behind. This is a journey we are on together and thanks to WordPress, we are behind. I’ve continued to consume pickleball as much as possible. I went on vacation with…
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My Pickleball Genesis (AKA Catching the Bug)
I caught the pickleball bug. I needed to catch the bug, honestly. But catch it, I did. I’m one of millions who are now obsessed with pickleball. It didn’t happen all at once; I wasn’t instantly hooked. I remember seeing it for the first time at a kid’s youth camp and thought, “Well, that looks…