Last Wednesday night, I went to Oasis Pickleball Club in Rockwall, Texas to play in an organized Kings Court. It’s always a little exciting and unnerving to go to a new place to play my favorite game with total strangers, whose games I have no familiarity with. Coming in fresh to a group where I have no clue of their individual strengths, weaknesses, proclivities, favorite shots, or expertise, married with all of mine—including my disability—often brings a mixed bag of results. As someone who will always see doubles pickleball as a partnered event built on trust, communication, safety, and a deep familiarity with each other‘s games, a Round Robin or Kings Court with strangers has a tendency to rub up against these qualities.
After the first game, I found myself on the bottom court. I could tell my ego was getting involved as I started to worry about what these people were going to think about me and how I work in professional pickleball, and how I’m here with my friend (and boss). I felt torn between feelings of apathy and competitive spirit...
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