#Pickleball Tournaments

[visionsman]

Looking for the best pickleball products on the market? Look no further! Our comprehensive Pickleball Product Reviews guide covers everything you need to know about top-quality gear, from paddles to balls, ensuring you make the right choice.

#Pickleball Rules #Pickleball Techniques #Pickleball Court Setup #Pickleball Tournaments #Pickleball Events #Pickleball Championship #Pickleball Workouts #Pickleball Injury Prevention #Pickleball for Seniors #Pickleball Paddles #Pickleball Nets #Pickleball Shoes #Pickleball Bags #Pickleball Apparel #Pickleball Accessories #Pickleball Strategy #Pickleball Serve Tips #Pickleball Doubles Strategy #Pickleball Forums #Pickleball Social Groups #Pickleball Clubs

[galaxypickleball]

My Favorite YT Channels for Pickleball

Tournaments

PPA Pickleball

MLP Pickleball

APP Pickleball

The Dink Pickleball (they are listed below for podcasts but they also live stream the Tues Night Pickleball Series held at the Orchard)

(I study my favorite players to identify techniques I'd like to learn or specific techniques/patterns I'd like to emulate in my play; for example a 2-handed backhand roll dink or how do players slow down the ball when the fast game is not going well)

Tutorials

USAPA Pickleball Ratings (I use this as a general guide to gauge where my skills are and which skills I'd like to develop)

John Cincola YT (consider his content to be intermediate level but always good to be aware of)

Pickleball Journey (mix of beginner and intermediate content)

Simone Jardim YT (she doesn't post as many new tutorials lately but if you go back into the history of her videos, there is a lot of really excellent content which I watched when starting out; she explains really well about how to use a technique in context of a certain game situation)

Selkirk TV (their tutorials with Dom and Evans are good; they have a nice series on performance training and stretching; they have a series with James Ignatowich answering user questions)

PrimeTime Pickleball (they are not as active with new tutorials as in the past but in their history, they have a lot of great content; Briones has a separate YT channel which I'm not currently following but he explains techniques very well)

Podcasts

The Dink Pickleball (Picklepod with Zane Navratil; It Feels Right with Nunnery and Stone)

#pickleball #pickleball tutorials #pickleball resources #pickleball podcasts #pickleball tournaments

[lifeinspired4u]

#pickleball rackets #pickleball #rock music #tournament poll #christmas gift #family room

[polo-club-blog-updates]

The Polo Club's Miami Bus Trip - Activities, Experience, and Adventure.

Each trip typically includes three main components: a visit to a museum, a delightful lunch, and another museum or cultural activity. This formula ensures a well-rounded day of exploration, good food, sports spectating such as the Boca pickleball tournament, and cultural enrichment.

#Boca pickleball tournament #best country club in Boca Raton #The Polo Club of Boca Raton. #country club

[iismmumbai]

#BehindTheScenes at the Ultimate Pickleball Championship 🏆 Our dedicated #IISMstudents stepped up as volunteers, immersing themselves in the heart of the sporting world.

In key roles related to production, operations, and hospitality, they became the driving force that brought this event to life. Their invaluable experience gave them a glimpse into the intricate workings of a major event, highlighting the importance of every detail.

The seamless production, smooth operations, and warm hospitality they provided made a world of difference, and we couldn't be more appreciative. Kudos to their spirit! 🙌

#pickleball #pickleballtournament #pickleballhighlights #pickleballchampionship #tournaments #hospitality #production #volunteersrock #sportsnews #sportsmanagement #liveexperience #sports

[racquet-sports]

Pickleball, often described as the fastest-growing sport in America, is a thrilling and accessible racket sport that combines elements of tennis, badminton, and table tennis. With its origins dating back to the mid-20th century, pickleball has surged in popularity in recent years, attracting players of all ages and skill levels. If you're looking to embark on a journey into the world of pickleball, "Pickleball 101" is your comprehensive guide to understanding the fundamentals of this dynamic sport.

Chapter 1: The Birth of Pickleball

To truly appreciate the essence of pickleball, it's important to understand its origins. The sport was created in 1965 by three friends - Joel Pritchard, Bill Bell, and Barney McCallum - on Bainbridge Island, Washington. Initially, they intended to play badminton, but when they couldn't find the equipment, they improvised with a whiffleball and makeshift paddles. Thus, pickleball was born. The sport was named after the Pritchard family dog, Pickles, who had a knack for chasing after the ball. This humble beginning laid the foundation for a sport that would go on to captivate enthusiasts worldwide.

Chapter 2: The Pickleball Court

Pickleball is typically played on a court that resembles a smaller version of a tennis court. It measures 20 feet wide by 44 feet long, with a net placed at the center. Unlike tennis, pickleball courts have non-volley zones, commonly referred to as "the kitchen," which extends 7 feet from the net on either side. The kitchen is a crucial part of the game, as it regulates where players can and cannot stand during play.

Chapter 3: The Equipment

One of the most enticing aspects of pickleball is its simplicity when it comes to equipment. All you need are a few basic items:

Pickleball Paddle: These paddles are solid, perforated, and lightweight. They come in various shapes, sizes, and materials, catering to different playing styles and preferences.

#pickleball game #pickleball court near me #Pickleball tournament

[webuniseo]

Affiliated States in Bangalore

Bangalore serves as a hub for affiliated states in Indian pickleball These states collaborate to foster the sport's growth by organizing tournaments, workshops, and events. United by their passion for pickleball, these affiliated states work together to enhance skill development and community engagement. Bangalore's vibrant atmosphere brings these states together, creating a dynamic platform for players to connect, compete, and celebrate the spirit of pickleball. Join the movement to experience the excitement of pickleball's growth and unity within the affiliated states in Bangalore.

#Affiliated states #Bangalore #Indian Pickleball Association #sports #community #players #tournaments #affiliation.

[sushisession]

#Pickleball tournament #pickle ball #Youtube

[sonatest]

Private Racquet Club featuring 8 championship tennis courts and 12 brand-new regulation pickleball courts! Beautiful event venue available for weddings and corporate gatherings!

The Tustin Hills Racquet Club is a private tennis club featuring (8) beautiful championship tennis courts, (12) pickleball courts, a gym, and a lovely pool.

We host USTA events as well as weddings and banquets in our newly remodeled Legacy Ballroom.

#tennis and racquet club #tustin pickleball tournament #legacy event space

[ballsportsgames]

Some Practice Sessions

Lets do some practice ahead of a big tournament as winning is very important.🏓

#pickleball #pickleballislife #training #practicesessions #tournament #trainhard #pickleballs #ballsportsgames

[pickleballs-racquetguys]

Tourna Strike Indoor Pickleball

Tourna Strike Indoor Pickleball is a fast-paced and competitive new way to enjoy the game of pickleball. Played on Tourna's specially designed indoor courts, this game is perfect for your home, or as an alternative to outdoor play in the winter months. The rules are very similar to regular pickleball, but with some crucial differences that make it much faster paced - such as shorter court dimensions and smaller nets. We'll have an official rule book available at our booth this weekend, but here are the basic rules: 5 players per team on a smaller court (12'x12'), roughly half the area of a regular pickleball court. 2 teams (up to 4 players each) playing to 11 with one "rally" scoring point scored each time the ball is played – no side-out scoring! This means points can rack up quickly, and games are usually fast-paced and very close. Team Players can switch places whenever they like, so the best athlete on your team could be #1, #2 or #3! Shorter nets and a narrower court make for quick reaction time Tourna Strike is played to 11 points and players must win by 2 points.  The first team to reach 11 points is the winner. In the event of a tie, teams will play a 3-point run-off using the same format as used in regular pickleball.

FULL RULE BOOK: 

CLICK HERE  | DOWNLOAD PDF Two charts detailing court dimensions and scoring are also included in the full rule book.

TOURNAMENT AT A GLANCE:

• Format is doubles, played to 11 points and must win by 2 points. You can register as a team of two, or show up with a partner on the day (but you may not play with more than two players). • Games will be 5 sets of 11 points with the winner being the team that wins more points in that set. This can be a single set, or a match, or even a full game depending on how many games have been played. • Games will be broken up into two age groups: Adults (ages 18-45) and Mixed (18 and under). • The registration fee for this event is $10 per player/team.

#Indoor Pickleball #TOURNAMENT

[sometimesanalice]

Like I Can (Part 1)

Summary: After yet another bad date and tired of swiping on apps, the Dagger Squad steps in to help you out by setting you up on a series of blind dates. Much to Rooster’s dismay.

Warnings: fuff, slight angst. Minors DNI

Length: 3.2K

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw X Female Reader

Part 2

(We’re kicking of Valentine’s Day a bit early❣️ Enjoy!)

“I’m all for growing the sport, but Brady buying an MLP team is ruining the integrity of the league. He may be the GOAT of football, but he has nothing on Ben John’s world-class pickleball game,” your date Max passionately states from his spot across from you at the Italian place he had recommended.

Or was his name Mac?

He’d already told you all about the CRBN paddle drama. At this point, you wouldn’t be surprised if he had already prepared a PowerPoint presentation on the topic complete with transitions and color-coded charts. He seems the type.

And he had yet to ask you a single question about yourself all evening.

You can tell he is gearing up for the next part of his rant, when your phone lights up on the table, the ringer on higher than you realized.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I thought I had this on silent. It’s my mom, I should probably take this,” you apologize to him, your phone already halfway raised to your ear.

“Hey, kid, how’s it going?”

“Hi Mom, I’m with someone right now. Is everything ok?” You let a little worry tinge the tone of your voice.

“Seriously?” Rooster drolly rasps on the other end of the line, “Are we actually doing this?”

“Oh no! Is she alright?” You wouldn’t consider yourself actress, but you think you’re really selling the performance with the way you widen your eyes and how you make your voice go a little tighter and higher.

“Yup, seems like we’re really doing this. What’s it this time, kid? Did grandma slip on a banana peel and then get run over by a reindeer?” You can practically feel his eyes rolling as he begrudgingly goes along with you.

“Oh my goodness, that sounds serious! How would that even happen?” you ask, shaking your head in in faux shock determined to really sell the act.

“Is everything ok?” Max-Mac whispers to you from across the table. 

His profile didn’t raise any red flags when you’d swiped on him. If anything, he’d seemed a bit more of the beige flag type. Your chats had been fine, he seemed fine, so why not meet up for a date?

What you didn’t realize until it was too late was that “Sports Enthusiast” actually translated to “Pickleball Fanatic”.

“Hold on, Mom,” you hear Rooster scoff as you pull the phone away from your ear. “I’m so sorry, there’s been a family emergency. It’s my grandmother. I really need to go,” you announce to Mac-Max grabbing your purse from the back of the chair. “Thank you so much for understanding. And good luck at your pickleball tournament!” you call back to him as you hustle towards the front door.

“I take it you’ve made your escape?” You can hear the humor in his voice, your antics are nothing new to him.

“Oh my god, was that seriously only thirty minutes? He wouldn’t stop talking about pickleball, Rooster. Anytime I tried to change the subject, he found a way to circle right back to it!” You tell him as you attempt to dig your keys out from where they were buried in your bag. “And then, he pulled up the leg of his jeans and said, I kid you not: ‘Don’t worry, this isn’t an ankle monitor, I’m just wearing my ankle weights.’ Who does that?”

“Just come to the Hard Deck. You should have canceled like I told you to in the first place. Bob and Coyote got back the other day, so everyone’s here. Well, almost everyone,” he says pointedly. “We’re more fun anyways. And Hangman has been harassing me about you, something about your fluke of a win?”

You’d kicked Jake’s ass the last time you played darts with him. Although in his defense, he had been pretty drunk that night and it was a less than fair game since Phoenix would distract him while Fanboy moved your darts on the board.

You wouldn’t be challenging him to a rematch anytime soon. Not unless the odds were in your favor, it was better to keep him on his toes and his ego in check.

Thankful for the princess parking you managed to snag when you first arrived, you unlock your car and toss your bag into the passenger seat before climbing in. Breathing out a sigh of relief to be done with Mac-Max once inside.

“You back in your car yet?” Rooster asked. He was such a worrier, but you can’t say it bothered you. You liked knowing he cared.

“Yeah, just got in.”

“Ok good, see you in a few. Drive safe, kid.”

Thirty minutes later Natasha was sliding a cold, frothy pint in front of you with a sympathetic look.

It wasn’t too busy at the Hard Deck yet, but it was still early in the evening. You knew it would pick up soon, and before long Penny would be ringing her bell on some rowdy unsuspecting customer.

“Ankle weights?” She asked, trying and failing to keep from laughing at your expense.

“Seriously, Rooster?” you shoot a glare in his direction, “Where’s the loyalty?”

“What? She was right there when I called you. A request that was your idea, if you remember,” he said as he walked up to you, squeezing your shoulder before sliding his arm around you in greeting. “Plus, it’s not like you don’t already tell Phoenix about all your escapades. You really know how to pick ‘em, kid.”

You’ve known Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw since before you had braces back when you were still wearing your hair in two braids. Your moms had been on the school PTA together at the time and had hit it off immediately.

He hadn’t been too happy about being forced to hang out with the kid who was couple years younger than him, especially one who was so clearly enamored with the cute older boy. While you’d outgrown that phase, for the most part, somethings stuck- like the nickname. 

And over the years you’d formed your own bond outside of the forced proximity of your mothers’ friendship.

He’d taught you how to throw a punch, the different ways to pitch a baseball, and to drive a stick shift. You’d taught him how to whistle with his fingers, to play Nerts, and to tie a tie (after asking your dad to teach you).

The give and take was easy with him, you both showed up for the other.

You were there the night he drunkenly fell through the glass patio door at Jason Cameron’s homecoming party. As one of the only sober people there since he wouldn’t let you drink, or let anyone else give you alcohol for that matter, you were the one to take him to the ER. “Don’t worry, kid,” he had slurred, pressing the Washington High t-shirt that you’d found in your trunk to his face to stop the bleeding, “Looks s’worse than it feels.” And you were the one to stay with him as he was stitched up. The evidence of that night still unmistakable on his face.

He was there for you when your parents had sat you down and told you they were getting a divorce. A hurricane of angst and grief, you hadn’t left your room for anything other than school for over a week when he’d let himself in your room one afternoon. Rubbing small circles on your back as he’d let you cry for a bit, he didn’t even tease you about the stains you’d left behind on his shirt. And then he’d herded you into his crappy car and drove you to the slightly sketchy amusement park an hour away with the Tilt-A-Whirl and the giant corndogs. And when he’d told you “It’s going to be ok, kid” on the ride back home, you believed him.

You had been there for him when his mom passed, and all during that dark period after when he was set on self-destruction after his fallout with Maverick. While he had tried to push everyone away, you were always the type to hold on tightly to the people that mattered.

And then life had sent you on different directions. First when he went to college and then when you did. Next for him the Navy, and then you with your own career, both of you always in motion. You two shared a connection the way people with a long history do, the kind where you could go months without talking but knowing the other person is always right there if you need them. Your camaraderie sustained by texts, email, and the occasional FaceTime.

A long-distance friendship for over a decade.

So when your boss had approached you about a promotion that was dependent on you relocating to the West Coast, you thanked whatever kismet in the universe had you packing for San Diego where he was permanently stationed.

The break up with your boyfriend at the time was entirely too amicable considering how long you had been together. He was nice, the sex was nice, your life together was nice. You had all but signed the paperwork for your promotion when you told him, but he didn’t see himself as a west-coaster and you couldn’t envision yourself as anything but. Whether you had stayed together all that time out of convenience or complacency, you still couldn’t say.

It was easy to fall back into the comfort of your friendship with Rooster. Although the lanky teen you had known was replaced with a mustache sporting well-built man courtesy of the Navy. One that had left you feeling confusingly flustered on more than one occasion, and forced to cycle through your mental highlight reel of embarrassing teen Rooster moments to keep from your mind from wandering.

He’d helped you find your apartment, taught you about avoiding the 15 Northbound, and showed you where the best place in town to get tacos was. The transition was made easy with him by your side as he introduced you to his team members who quickly folded you into their group as one of their own.

That was a little over a year ago. You liked this new life of yours in San Diego.

And while the dating pool of men you could swipe through was much larger, well, some things never changed.

“You don’t get it, Rooster. You’re surrounded by absurdly hot Naval eye candy all day,” you complained gesturing to Natasha, she raised her beer to you as thanks in response. “While you’re getting women throwing themselves at you because of the gold wings, I’m fighting for my life on these stupid apps where all the men on there are posing with fish. It’s brutal!”

You’d need to officially call things off with Max-Mac later, thinking to yourself how glad you were that you never gave him your real number, and instead signing up for a Google voice number. You were just not cut out for the competitive pickleball lifestyle.

“Bradshaw, why don’t you set her up? It’s not like we don’t know enough people who would be better options than these fish men,” Natasha asked, like it was the most logical thing in the world, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, Bradshaw. Tell Nat your super logical reasons for leaving your longtime friend to fend for herself.” You knew where this was heading, so you took a long swig of the beer Phoenix had brought you.

“Seriously, not this again.” His arm that was around you was removed in favor for pinching the bridge of his nose and looking up to the ceiling like it would spare him from the conversation.

“You started it, now tell her.”

“I need another damn drink if we’re going to do this,” Rooster mumbled.

“Me too,” chimed Natasha, clearly reveling in his misery.

“Make that three. I need to catch up.” You hadn’t even stuck around long enough to get a drink at the restaurant, and now you were ready to let loose a bit.

He grunts out some unintelligible thing and then stalks off to the bar shaking his head.

“I’m an upstanding citizen, I pay my taxes, I make a mean peanut butter brownie, and I always drive him around when the Bronco is in the shop for a tune up. It’s literally the least he could do,” you say to Phoenix as you watch him chat with Penny as she works to grab the fresh bottles.

“Oh, so this is thing,” Natasha says decidedly when she eyes the six beers he’s carrying back to the table, three bottles held by the neck in each of his large hands. His classic Hawaiian shirt fluttering with every step, your eyes briefly drifting down to his defined waist.

“Sure is,” you confirm, drawing out the word. Downing the rest of the beer from your pint glass before reaching for one of the new bottles Rooster was divvying out amongst your trio, “I’ve never asked him for anything-”

“That is a boldfaced lie. And you know it,” he cuts in, as he hands you a granola bar from his pocket, that he must have snagged from Penny. “You definitely asked me to set you up with Kyle Cooke from my baseball team in high school. I didn’t do it then, and I’m not doing it now,” he declared, pointing at you with an accusatory finger to further drive the statement home.

“Reasons being?” Natasha wheedled, a mischievous smirk on her face. You could tell she was eating this up, there were two things Natasha Trace loved most in this world: juicy gossip and giving Rooster a hard time.  

Ever the showman, he dramatically lifts up a finger, “First of all, everyone I know is an asshole.”

“I am offended on Bob’s behalf,” you countered, unwrapping the bar and taking a bite, annoyed. Hangman might fit the description, but certainly not Bob.

“Two,” he continues on, raising a second finger, and ignoring you completely as if you hadn’t just made a very valid point, “Let’s say I set you with a friend and then you end up hating them. Then you’ll judge me for being friends with them, we’ll argue, and eventually we won’t be friends anymore. Or even worse, I set you up with someone, you hit it off and date for a while. What happens when you break up? I’m left having to pick sides and walk on eggshells around you guys about the other person.”

“God, you’re such a overthinker. That all sounds totally rational, you drama queen,” you look to Phoenix for agreement, but she’s busy typing out a text message on her phone.

“And three, it’s messy as fuck. And I don’t need to hear about your trophy of a one-night stand.”

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes, “That was one time! It wasn’t a trophy it was a gold medal.”

“Wait, what?” Confusion coloring Natasha’s features. 

“One time this guy gave me one of those plastic gold medal things on a lanyard, kind of like the ones they give out at kids soccer games, after we hooked up. I mean, kicked him out right away, but I did keep the medal. It was a good confidence boost,” you shrug.  It wasn’t exactly a high point moment for you.

After that encounter you’d definitely started scrutinizing every profile a bit harder before swiping right, or at least you thought you had been. In your defense, at least Max-Mac’s profile didn’t have a fish photo, but the bar was still clearly on the ground.

“I knew you when you wore those shirts with that big mouthed monkey on them. And that’s the kind of shit I don’t need to know about. I don’t wanna be involved. Not gonna happen, kid,” his declaration resolute.

“Well, that sure is something, Bradshaw,” Natasha states, giving him a curious look.

“What are y’all over here discussing so intently,” Hangman questions as he saddles up to your little group, tucking his phone into his pocket. 

“We were just getting into the finer details of the kid’s dating life and how I am going to fix it by setting her up with this great guy I know,” she pronounces, looking all too pleased with herself. A truly self-satisfied grin gracing her face.

Natasha Trace was probably the most bad ass person you’ve ever met, so the idea of her setting you up with someone had you sitting up straighter on the stool you were seated on, “Really?”

“Who?” Rooster demands, frowning at her.

“Yeah, I mean Bradshaw clearly has his convictions, and I respect that. However, I’m an excellent wing-woman. Seriously, I don’t know why I haven’t thought about introducing you guys before. You two would be perfect together.”

Hangman never one to miss an opportunity to rile up Rooster is quick to jump in, “Just because you fly in a two-seater doesn’t make you a good wing-woman, Phoenix. However, now that you mention it, I have a buddy who might knock your socks off. Unless you’d rather just knock boots, I’m sure he’d be up for whatever you wanted,” he shooting you a wink. “I think I’ll toss my name in the ring here too. After all, I’m very good.”

“You want to make it a bet, Bagman?” Her accent always got a little more pronounced when she went toe to toe with him.

“What’re you thinkin’, Darlin’?” he drawls suggestively with a sharp smile. That ever-present toothpick being rolled in his mouth from side to side.

“You guys are not going to be making bets around the kid’s love life,” Rooster snaps.

“The big dogs are talking, Bradshaw,” Hangman taunts as he waves him off.  

“$50 entry? The dates happen here and at the end the kid picks which date was the best. Winner takes all?” You can see the competitive gleam in her eye.

“Alright, alright. Works for me, Phoenix. I can’t wait to take your money.”

“The hell you are,” Rooster barks, still trying to regain control of the quickly spiraling situation.

Well, this had certainly taken a turn.

You find yourself reaching for your third beer of the night.

And you’re even more surprised when Hangman hollers for the rest of the team to join, and before you know it your dating life takes centerstage as the subject of the bet between the group of competitive naval aviators. Many of the others deciding to join in, never ones to shy away from a bit of rivalry.  

“What do you say? You up for it?” Natasha asks, wanting to make sure you were still on board now that her original offer had taken on a life of its own.

You look over and see Rooster looking at you like you’d be crazy to get involved in their kind of chaos. You know he can already tell what your answer will be.

“Why not?” you agree cheerily as he groans into his beer.

At least you would be spared from swiping for a while. It’s what you deserve, you are an upstanding citizen after all.

Get ready for some dates! Part 2

Written as part of @roosterforme’s #Love Is In The Air TGM Fic Challenge! 

Song Inspiration Sam Smith’s “Like I Can”.

Thank you Jordan (@gretagerwigsmuse) for letting me bounce ideas off of you!

Edit: I’ve started a tag list for Part 2! Just let me know if you’d like to be added!

#bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x you #rooster x reader #rooster x female reader #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick fanfiction #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #love is in the air tgm #like i can tgm

[troybarnesbabygirlconfirmed]

im sorry if you disagree and don’t think the study group signed jeff up for a pickleball tournament or that abed would want more milk per milk but if you saw my adorable face you’d probably be inclined to agree with me no matter what if that comforts you. 😘

#caption is /j #slight ns/fw #community #troy barnes #community nbc #abed nadir #nbc community #trobed #troy and abed #jeff winger #britta perry

[polo-club-blog-updates]

Pickleball Bring a Friend events: Showcasing Friendship, Skill, and Determination

#Boca Raton pickleball tournaments #The Polo Club of Boca Raton #Pickleball

[racquet-sports]

Pickleball, a popular racquet sport that combines elements of tennis, badminton, and ping-pong, has captured the hearts of millions around the world. However, for many years, the true origins of this fast-paced and engaging game remained shrouded in mystery. In this article, we delve deep into history to unveil the enigmatic inventor behind the sport of pickleball and explore the circumstances that led to its creation.

The story of pickleball began on Bainbridge Island, a picturesque location in Washington state, USA, in the summer of 1965. Three friends, Joel Pritchard, Bill Bell, and Barney McCallum, found themselves searching for a way to keep their families entertained during a lazy weekend. Their children were growing restless, and the options for outdoor games were limited. Determined to find a solution, the trio decided to improvise and created a game that would forever change the course of sports history.

The first challenge was to gather the equipment required for their novel game. They managed to locate a badminton net, but the absence of rackets posed a problem. Undeterred, they fashioned makeshift paddles out of plywood, and for the ball, they used a perforated plastic ball similar to a whiffle ball. Little did they know that these humble beginnings would pave the way for the birth of pickleball.

#pickleball game #pickleball games #pickleball tournament

[webuniseo]

Indian Pickleball organization in Bangalore

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#Indian Pickleball organization #Bangalore #growing community #tournaments #events.