Played pickleball for the first time today.

Not sure why that feels like the whitest thing ever.

Probably because the court’s in the middle of a gated community with two golf courses, two airstrips, and the couple in their 60s on the walking trail that runs by the court were bickering over whether he should walk in the mud to get more poop bags for the dog.

And there’s definitely something about pickleball that feels like it was invented by people who weren’t that good at either tennis or ping pong.

It’s not a bad thing, because sometimes when you’re not good at one thing, you get good at something else.

Same joy, different approach.

And you end up doing something you might like.

I’ve never been much of a racket sports guy, and as a Man Of A Certain Age, I’m aware of the injury statistics because people like me decide later in life to take up vigorous sport.

Still.

Nice to be outside.