Author: Sky

It is the siren song of the pickleball court. You are standing at the kitchen line, engaged in a steady rally. Suddenly, you see it: a sliver of open space directly in front of you, right down the sideline. Your opponent has shifted slightly to the middle. The path looks clear. The glory is calling. So, you go for it. You lock your wrist and punch the ball straight down the line, aiming for that perfect winner. But more often than not, disaster strikes. Maybe the ball clips the top of the net tape and falls back on your side.…