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.…
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…