Wednesday, April 19, 2017 (Court Day #16)
So, last night, I rewatched a video of a game from three weeks ago. It’s funny. (The observation of own analysis, that is.) Previously, I’d been concentrating on my errors and improving tracking so much, I missed the good stuff. In this one 14-minute game, I made my first error about a third of the way into the game—popping a volley up that got slammed at my partner’s feet. The second—a dink that was about 2″-3″ too low to clear the net—almost 9 minutes into the game. I did make two additional errors over the following 5 minutes, though one came after a fairly intense volley series at the net—a ball that sailed far out of the court. The last and final fourth error came when I far too weakly hit a dink that made it only halfway up the net! Three of those four errors ended in points for the other team. But four errors—well, probably five if you count one additional pop up that we recovered from—is not too bad for an entire game. You know what, I just focused on the negative again. I made some decent drop shots in that game. And not many errors. That’s positive!
Oh, and my neighbor Jill got talked into taking a beginner pickleball class through Parks & Rec in July by her lifting (gym) partner. Her husband told Jill that I was playing, so she asked me about it yesterday evening. I told her to watch out because she’d get hooked!
On the Court
I arrived at Derby Park just about 9 sharp. The sun was out in clear skies with perfect temperatures. Glorious day. There was one game already going and Tom (visor) was working by himself on a deadly backhand spin serve. We warmed up a bit together, then Alan joined us, then a woman I don’t know, and this lead to a game. And assorted games followed.
Today felt pretty good. I made mistakes here or there, but not too bad. Fewer lame shots into the net. And I got another ace serve. Part of that is watching where your receiver is . . . hugging the center line? Far back off the baseline? Inside the service court? Left-handed? One fellow was creeping in a bit on me into the court and I served it at his toe! One thing that I can count on is being fairly accurate on my serves. Not pinpoint, but if you put a metal garbage can lid on the court, I could probably hit it just about every time. Now I’m curious. I’ll have to bring out a paper plate sometime and see how I do with a small target!
Alive One Minute, Dead…
I thought I’d successfully charged my GoPro, but the USB power is cut off when my Mac Mini goes to sleep, so it didn’t charge when I left it connected. I got only about 2 minutes of one game this morning. One of my better games too! Lesson learned!
Often, it takes me a couple of hours to start playing well. Today, it was a lot less. That’s good. I played against a woman named Cece and was later partnered with her. She’s a reliable player. There were some really good rallies when she and I played against Alan and Lauren. (Or was it Wayne and Lauren? Or both?)
Short Term Memory Loss
What’s quite amusing is when you have four—four!—players who all cannot remember what the score is or who is supposed to be serving! You’d think it’d be simple! Regardless, that will help you understand why I’m a stickler for people calling the serve every single time. Maree did today what I did on a previous occasion with Wayne. He served and she grabbed the ball and tossed it back to him, insisting that he call the score. He said he had, but very quietly . . . which kind of defeats the purpose! (I’m smiling.) Wayne is always fun to play with, he’s got hard forehand and quick serves.
A memorable shot was an opponent’s drive from the baseline to me at the kitchen. I was able to take the power off the ball, drop it over the net and have it lightly bounce a couple of times and die in the kitchen. Another was a when I was playing with Maree and called “switch!” on a high deep lob which worked perfectly—I returned it and after a brief rally, we won the point. Another was the ace that I mentioned above. Another was a longer dink rally where I didn’t make any mistakes.
Cheek to Cheek?
I had a first today. Not a good first, a bad first. I had my slam hit an opponent right in the face. Marianne got it in the right cheek. I felt really bad. Fortunately, she was halfway between the kitchen line and the baseline, not right at the net. She left the game prior to it resuming with Lauren in Marianne’s place. After the game was over, I went to look for Marianne but I couldn’t find her. She hadn’t left though, she was back out playing on another court! Whew. (She said later that she’d left our game because her eye was tearing up, but she was doing fine.)
I didn’t get to play with Eric or John though both were there. The quirky thing about the signup board . . . well, first let me explain the organization for waiting for a court to open.
The Signup Board
The club has a white dry erase board divided up in a grid of 12 squares. Aside from the “pen instruction” square, each represents a group of four players waiting for a court. To avoid surprises, there are two pens: blue for intermediate and red for advanced. Blues don’t sign up with reds without asking, it’s just courtesy. Today, a third green pen appeared designated for beginners, I’d never seen that before. As a team takes the court, a line goes through their names in the square. When the next court opens up, the next square of names moves onto it. Now, it’s also a courtesy to not leave people “hanging” on the board. (You wouldn’t want your name up there and have no one sign up to play on your court!) If you want to play with a wide variety of people, here’s the problem. You finish up your game and walk to the board, the people mostly likely to put their names down are the ones you just finished playing with! You might get one new person mixed in for the next game, but not always. You could always take a game off and sit on the bench then put your name down, that would increase the “mix”. I might try that.
At some point, I’d like to play against some of stronger players in the club. I’m still getting plenty of work as it is, though I can’t help but remember the game against Jeff—whom I have not seen since that one and only day where he came in, played me/us into the ground, then off he went. But there will be time to play against stronger players. I have to continue to get my chops up.
Enjoy it!
I spend most of my pickleball time smiling. I try not to get down on myself for the bad shots. It’s easy to dwell. You can dwell if you are using that dwell time to improve for next time. Regardless, I’m out there having fun. What’s weird to me is that the few people who are out there looking supremely serious and make like it’s drudgery. It’s a game, people! Games are supposed to be fun! It is fun! Have fun!
I wrapped things up at 11:50 to get showered and to work by 12:30 for a rep appointment—as it was, the rep was an hour late, so I could have squeezed in at least one more game. But, hopefully, I’ll get to play again tomorrow night. Yeah, did I tell you that I’m hooked?
Number of days on a court: 16
Number of total hours: 47
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