As I make my
way to pickleball I imagine the future.
In a short time
somebody will hold the short straw. That means they will be my pickleball
partner.
Most of my
partners want to beat the opposition. They want me to be aggressive and smash
the ball away. To play to win.
Most of my
partners get frustrated with me.
My aim is not
to win. My aim is to have long rallies. My aim is for everybody on the court to
enjoy their game of pickleball. I do this by hitting the ball straight back to
my opponent. I concentrate on having nice footwork and moving nicely.
Today I
expect my partner to volley the ball away aggressively.
I expect my partner
to say: Play to win. We have to beat them. You are not even trying.
I will nod
and think: I want to have good rallies. I will lob the ball back nice and
softly so they can hit it back and then I can hit it back and then we can have
a nice long rally.
I expect my
partner will then say to me: Play to win. You are not even trying.
I will then say:
I am trying.
My partner
will then say: All you are doing is hit the
ball straight back to them.
We will then break
and a lady drawing up the roster will approach me.
She will say:
We have a problem. The people you just played against want to play against your
partner. He has inspired them. They think they can beat him. They see his weak
point. They want to beat him. They don’t want to beat you.
By now I have
arrived at the pickleball courts. That’s it. Fancy them saying they don’t want
to play against me. I suddenly am motivated to play aggressively. Put me
against anyone you like. I will win. I will volley aggressively. Nothing will
stop me. I will do anything I can to win every point I can. They don’t want to play me. Well I will show
them. Today is the day I win every point.
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