Pickle Ball, What What

Eager to hit the courts, last night Rufino and I rounded up Ryan, David, Tho, Stephen, and David T. to play some hardcore ball. But alas, upon reaching the hallowed halls of the IMA, we were distraught to find all the courts were filled. Oh woe is me! Here I had invited the guys to play some good old-fashioned basketball and here we all stood, geared up, ball in hand, but no where to play! Our dreams of grandeur seemed out of reach.

I began to hear mumblings of “hitting the weights” amongst the gang and I began to consider the alternative of just working out. But then inspiration struck and it came in the form of two wooden paddles and plastic white ball. “Pickle ball!” I cried as passed the raquetball courts. “What? Um, sure,” David answered.

So while the rest of the guys left, Dave graciously accompanied me to the checkout window to borrow the equipment (okay, and when I say graciously, I mean I dragged him there, haha). “Why am I doing this again?” Dave asked as we ran up to the front desk to get the badminton nets lowered.

Once we got to the court though, the rest of the guys joined us for some winner-take-all 2-on-2 action. David and I started it off with two gloooorious wins but then it seemed like everyone else leveled up past me after the initial rounds. Competition was tough. Stephen and Ryan were a paritularly daunting duo and became the reigning champs. But one cannot forget to mention Rufino’s killer serves and Tho’s natural finness. Ah ah ah, the agony of each miss! The sublimity of a returned tough hit!

It was good to go out with friends to run around and play a game. And the game was Pickle Ball no less! A game I fondly remember from my days in high school PE. Yeah. Ladies and gangstas, Pickle ball is in. Keep posted for next game time.