So, we’re telling pickleball stories. OK. I consider myself a competent racquet person, having played 4 years of intercollegiate squash back when the hard ball was in use. (That should date me to those who understand.)
I played pickleball during winters 2-3 years ago. It was a good workout in the Dominican heat, and I was competent, not good. One day I retreated for a lob, wasn’t as fast as I thought, and my feet went out from under me. I hit the back of my head on the court, am told I made quite a noise and was out for a few seconds, and remained wobbly for a few hours. Never again.