Erin McHugh - Pickleball is Life: The Complete Guide to Feeding Your Obsession

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To all the kind and glorious people who have included me, taught me, coached me, and made me laugh, learn, and feel welcome on my ever-expanding pickleball journey. You know who you are. You sure make life fun.

Once upon a time, an unexpected thing happened: I broke my hand. Luckily, it wasnt too, too serious, but still. It meant I couldnt play pickleball. I was going to be on the disabled list for ten endless weeks, and I couldnt imagine how I would get through it.

Oh, I tried my best. I attempted a jigsaw puzzle, all the while thinking of pickleball. I took long walks, thinking of pickleball. I worked one-handed in my garden, thinkingwell, you know.

I could barely recall what Id done with my time in my pre-pickleball life. I started to ruminate about why I had come to love the sport so much. Certainly, it was the simple fun of the game, and the laughter, but it was the friendship and socializing, too. And the gamesmanship, and court etiquette, and how fit Id become, and how it reminded me (after living in a New York City apartment for forty-two years) how much I love the outdoors. But I also realized it went deeper than all that: this nutty game was making me kinder, more inclusive, and more strategic, not to mention a much more skilled trash-talker. Pickleball is inspirational, I concluded, so why not share this epiphany with my fellow picklers, in the most lighthearted, yet motivational, way? So I sat down and wrote this book (one-handed) about the most special, most obsessive, most enjoyable game on the planet.

If youre already a pickleballer, I hope youll enjoy a little armchair reading, have some laughs, and garner some extra knowledge about our favorite pastime. If youre a new player, Ill introduce you to the games ineffable charm and maybe even provide you with a few secret weapons.

But, even with a broken hand and a book deadline, I couldnt help myself. I went out and learned to play pickleball with my other hand.

Because, friends, if you didnt already know, PICKLEBALL IS LIFE!

We fanatics of the game all scour the internet, gobbling up anything and everything we can find about how our passion came to be. Pickleball started small, a local game among friends in 1965 on Bainbridge Island, Washington. In an attempt to keep their kids occupied, some dads on vacation cobbled together a game in a backyard with a salvaged net, a plastic ball, and some beat-up Ping-Pong paddles. What began as a diversion to while away an afternoon became the neighborhood obsession. Other families joined in, the adults became more and more interested, and soon playing pickleball was a daily activity.

These summer folks brought the new sport back to Seattle and its environs, where many of them lived, and occasionally one of their summer guests would even return to their own city or town with tales of this crazy game their friends had invented. In this way, pickleball became somewhat of an underground pastime, gaining popularity in Washington State and pockets around the country. It took a decade for pickleballs origin story to get picked up as a human interest piece by some national press, and then another ten years passed before it had enough of a foothold that players became interested in having better equipment, and a national association was founded.

People really began to hear about pickleball in the early 2000s, mostly from friends playing it in retirement communities or on winter vacations in the sunshine statesor even from their kids, who often played it in gym class indoors in the winter months. But in recent years, its growth has been exponential, and the sport that people thought was for their grandparents now has a median playing age in the thirties. Everywhere you look, there are families playing, kids playing, or people searching for courts to play on, repurposing spaces wherever they can find them.

Its not often you can reach back to the beginning when youre researching historyto check with the source or ask a question you yearn to know the answer to. Lucky for us, pickleball is a relatively new game, and while the original three men who got this unique pastime startedJoel Pritchard, Bill Bell, and Barney McCallumare no longer with us, their children are. And the memories of how these families devised a game for them all to play is still very fresh in the minds of those kids who were there that summer.

As legend has it, Frank Pritchard was a bored kid who voiced that universal childhood complaint: Theres nuthin to do around here.

I was lucky enough to track Frank down, and he freely admitted to being this now-famous bored kid. Ladies and gentlemen, a standing ovation, please, to Frank Pritchard. Show him your eternal thanks. Without him, there would be no pickleball.

Frank laid down the gauntlet when I spoke to him at his home in Washington State. He laughed and said, This is how religious wars begin. Everybody has their take on it, and they truly believe their side. But Im going to tell you the truth.

I probably had what Ive heard referred to as resting bitch face, he said. Or more accurately, the I hate this place, I hate my life, and I really hate your attempts to suggest things for me to do face. You know, a typical, well-rounded thirteen-year-old boy. My wife would tell you that Ive segued from whining to bitching. Its more adult.

Frank sounded to me like he was a man who would indeed tell the truth. He started by describing his familys summer getaway on Bainbridge, which was much more rustic back in the 1960s than it is now. My grandparents had this sort of compound, and we had a goofy old house, he began. When I complained to my father that day, his retort was, Well, you know, when we were kids here, we used to make games up. And I said, Oh, really? Why dont you go make a game up, then.

Franks grandparents were big badminton players in their day and had a court on their property, he recalled. Hed been given a Wiffle ball and bat for a recent birthday, and it had lain around, unused. His father, Joel, picked it up, walked to the back of the property, and went to work.

Allison Bell Wood, pickleball coinventor Bill Bells daughter, was about seven years old that summer, but she clearly remembers the first day of playing. Oh yeah! Because the big kids didnt want the little kids playing, too, she said. You know how at the beginning of something, its so exciting? We all loved it, but the little kids were complaining because the big kids didnt want to let us play. But I think it was Joel and my dad who helped navigate it from the beginning to figure out how everyone got a turn.