"I saw you playing pickleball at the rec," one of my students told me yesterday. "Can I play you sometime?"
"Do you play pickleball?" I asked.
"Can you teach me?" he replied.
"And me, too?" asked another.
"When do you want to do that?" I said.
"How about today?"
"Uhhhh," I answered. "I guess so. Why not?"
And that is how I found myself out on the tennis courts after school with a roll of duct tape, my pickleball paddles and balls, and five sixth grade boys. After we taped off the kitchen line, I gave them a basic overview, and we played a rotating doubles game for a bit. Then a couple guys headed over to the next court to practice, while their buddy challenged me to a singles game.
The boys were good sports and respectful of my time, and the six of us spent a fun hour. "We should do this every Monday!" one of them said as we packed the equipment and pulled up the tape.
"Yeah!" his friend agreed. "We should have a pickleball club! But a secret one, so that we are the only members."
"Or we can just see how it goes," I suggested. "You know where to find me!"
No comments:
Post a Comment