I skip sideways and swing my arm and with timing and balance I hit the ball. A beautiful whack sound and the ball flies over the net and bounces on the court. That felt good. That felt so good I didn’t even think about it. It felt instinctive, natural and relaxed.
It is now
the turn of the lady on the other side of the net. She moves smoothly and
gracefully. She skips towards the ball swings her arms and hits the ball back
towards me. I skip towards the ball swing my arm and hit the ball back over the
net. The ball bounces back and forth between us. Connecting and joining us as
we dance around the pickleball court.
When I
stand on a pickleball court I need other people on the court. Today there are three
others on the court. Without them I wouldn’t be able to dance around the court.
Without them I wouldn’t be able to stretch, turn and twist. Without them there
would be no game. I appreciate them
turning up, picking up a paddle and moving on the court with me.
I love
smashing away a volley. A winning shot where all my opponents can do is watch
the ball fly past undeterred and unhindered.
I get the
feeling my opponents also love smashing volleys away for winning shots. In this
pickleball dance we both have a chance to hit winning shots. We both smash volleys away.
A volley
smashed away results in both of us watching where the ball lands. Then one of us says good shot, mutters
silently, trudges after the ball, picks
it up and hits the ball to the server. The
other person ,which is sometimes me, smiles proudly and thinks good shot.
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