"You just have to show up at the court and play with whoever's there," Heidi's personal trainer advised her when she asked him about improving her pickleball game.
So imagine our surprise on this glorious day when all our neighborhood courts were taken and we drove up the hill to the county rec center-- the first person we saw was Patrick, Heidi's trainer. There were plenty of open courts though, and so we played singles for a while, Patrick cheering on whoever was on the side closest to his own game.
A little after noon, though, the place almost emptied out, and we were just hitting lobs to each other, practicing shot placement and backhands when a dad and his two teenage daughters began playing a court away from us. The girls were good, and I wondered if they might become the Venus and Serena of pickleball when their dad asked us if we wanted to play doubles with his daughters.
Kyra and Naomi handed us our asses for two games straight before their dad suggested we mix up the teams. It was closer then, but the girls carried their teams to victory. Even so, I felt like I was able to take my game up a bit.
"That was fun!" I told them as we knocked paddles at the end of the last game. "Thanks for playing us!"
Too bad Patrick wasn't there to see it!
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