Giving pickleball a serve

 After playing for years of playing pickleball I am under the impression that there is much confusion and misunderstanding about the serving rule.

 

After reading the official rules I have noted:

 

Before you serve you must call out the score. If the server does not call out the score it is a fault.

After calling out the score you have ten seconds before your paddle hits the ball. You can call the score while throwing up the ball provided you finish talking before your paddle hits the ball.

When you serve your feet must be behind the line. No touching the line. You can have one foot in the air and above the court.

You can hit a serve with spin. The spin cannot come from your hand. It must come from the paddle.

If you serve underhand with the paddle head below your wrist the serve will almost always be legal.

A drop serve lives up to its name. The ball must be dropped.

The serve must clear the kitchen and the kitchen line. The serve is in play if it hits any other service court line.

 

 

 

 

Summary of the official pickleball rules.  

The entire score must be called before the ball is served. By the server or their partner.

The serve is a fault if the server’s paddle has made contact with the pickleball for the serve prior to the entire score being called.

Once the score has been called, the server is allowed 10 seconds to serve the ball.

The serve is initiated with at least one foot behind the baseline; neither foot may contact the baseline or court until after the ball is struck.

At least one foot must be on the playing surface behind the baseline.

Neither of the server’s feet may touch the court on or inside the baseline.

Neither of the server’s feet may touch the playing surface outside the imaginary extension of the sideline or centreline.

The serve shall be made with only one hand releasing the ball. While some natural rotation of the ball is expected during any release of the ball from the hand, the server shall not impart manipulation or spin on the ball with any part of the body immediately

The serve must be made underhand.

Paddle contact with the ball must be below the server’s waist (navel level).

The server’s arm must be moving in an upward arc at the time the ball is struck with the paddle.

The highest point of the paddle head must not be above the highest part of the wrist (where the wrist joint bends) when the paddle strikes the ball.

The server must serve to the correct service court (the court diagonally opposite the server). The serve may clear or touch the net and must clear the NVZ and the NVZ lines. The serve may land on any other service court line.

 

The Volley Serve. 

The volley serve is made by striking the ball without bouncing the ball off the playing surface and can be made with either a forehand or backhand motion.

The Drop Serve.

Pickleball drop serve, you must drop or release the pickleball from any natural height, either by using your hand or letting the pickleball roll off of your paddle, and then hit the pickleball with your paddle after the pickleball bounces on the court. 

The ball shall not be propelled (thrown) downward or tossed or hit upward with the paddle.

Any player may use their paddle to perform the drop serve. A player who has the use of only one hand may also use their paddle to release the ball to perform the volley serve.

The drop serve may bounce multiple times before making contact.

You may pick up the pickleball and re-drop the pickleball if you do not like the drop as many times as you’d like (as long as you still hit your serve within 10 seconds after the score has been called).

City 2 Casino

 The City2Casino is Tasmania's oldest fun run: 2023 is event number 50.

Its genesis was in 1973 when the casino was built. The C2C followed the City2Surf which began in Sydney in September 1971. Which was inspired by the Bay to Breakers in San Francisco.

Talking about it, before and after, it makes me feel part of my community.  It connects me with the other running legs.  It connects me with all the people who have run in previous years.

I connect with all these people who are different and doing the same thing. Some who enter will train specifically for it.  Others will play basketball, pickleball or go to the gym.  Everybody will enter for a different reason.

On race day all the jogging legs will pass the same landmarks and arrived there via different means.

I want to have that moment when my mind and my body are one. To have that moment when I am thinking of nothing but running. That moment when I am so consumed with running, I know nothing about the future or the past. To be in the zone. To proudly run across the finish line.

Cornelian Bay:  On the day people appear from nowhere.  People stretching, leaning and running on the spot. Groups jumping or jogging as they talk.  Because of the weather most people are impatient to begin running.

The road is covered with runners. Everybody is united by wearing different clothes: skin tight lycra; loose fitting baggy pants; track suits; jumpers; singlets or shirts asking to be read. Most people have gone with warm jackets, jumpers and long pants. Many numbers are hidden behind an extra layer.  

We huddle united on the road. Occasionally peering forwards.

What I don’t see are the back stories. Behind everybody there is a great story. A story about why they are here.  What they are trying to achieve.  What time they are aiming for. And why. What they have had to overcome to get here. What has helped them? What motivates them?  What is the story of their life?

A gun fires and people, in the front, start to run. I don’t. I shuffle and walk. Should I start to run?  Some people are walking. Others jogging on the spot.

The running contagion eventually spreads back and reaches us. We hesitate, just to be sure, and then start to run. We are careful and completely aware of all our surrounding runners. We don’t want any collisions. After a time of shuffling, weaving, and walking we stuttering across the start line.  

Some people passing the start line reach for their watches and push a button.

After the start line we head up the hill towards the Domain. We are going through a very familiar spot which today feels completely different. The centipede of legs changes the Botanical gardens, Government house and the old Beaumaris Zoo site. They look and feel different.

The running peloton is quiet. Very little talking. I can hear feet smacking the ground. I can hear breathing.  Running styles vary. Some are jerky. Some are smooth. Some pump their arms furiously. Some rest their arms and make enormous strides.

The weather is windy. Near the gardens a shower suddenly appears. I button up my jacket and put my cap on.

Past the start of Soldiers Memorial Avenue. This is what these men were fighting for. The right of the local community to freely gather and play.    

The showers stop and the sun shines. I wrap my jacket around my waist. I smell the finish line and pretend to sprint. The finish line is a bump in the road and an air-filled blown-up gate. Which silently talks to my timing chip.

I stop running and lean on my knees breathing deeply. Us runners form a conga line and walk forward behind the Casino.

Eventually we see a man holding many medallions. He gives me my special medallion.  Everybody else gets the same medallion.

Why did I run? Where does the pleasure come from? It doesn’t come from being the best or winning or beating other people. It must come from the feeling you get when you run. The enjoyment of physical movement. The wind in your hair. Being an intimate part of the weather.

I eat breakfast with some of my family. My grandson wears a medal around his neck but I know where his pleasure comes from. Serving yourself a cooked breakfast.

And the fellow runners. They were relaxed, self-confident, polite, purposeful and active. They were not boastful, flamboyant, arrogant, deceitful or unhappy.  They are honestly pursuing what was best for themselves and best for Hobart. And the very special legs were the ones running in events number 1 and 50.