Sunday, July 30, 2017 (Court Day #52)
First off, let me say that sometimes the WordPress system is a pain in the butt. I wrote a few paragraphs on my mobile phone and updated the draft. I got home, opened the draft on my computer and all my previous typing was erased. *grumble*
Our softball team had its seventh game on Friday night. I was in left field when a deep hit came in my direction. Only a little running was required, it was an easy catch to make. I raised my mitt along with my right hand for additional support. The ball was just about there. PAIN! The ball dropped from my mitt onto the ground. I picked it up—or so I’m told, I don’t remember that—and threw it in. I immediately trotted off the field holding my numb pinky finger and a replacement took my spot in the outfield. Broken finger? No, didn’t seem so. Bloody? A little. And a huge blood blister above the last knuckle on the inside of my right pinky finger. I spent the rest of the game icing my finger. I took a photo but no one really wants to see someone else’s blood and injury! You have been spared! As it is, two days later, the swelling has gone down, I can just about close my pinky completely and I’m simply protecting the blister with a Band-Aid. It still looks pretty bad, however!
Last night, I slathered the bottom of the insoles and glued them into my Costco shoes. Today, I didn’t notice them at all. They didn’t move. Success! Finally!
I arrived a few minutes after 9 a.m. and warmed up with Grita in heavy mist. Mike was the next arrival and joined our warm up. A few games ensued as other people arrived.
Kris (of Scotts Valley) made her first ever appearance at Derby Park. Nifty! She and I played against Gita and Mike. Grita asked, “Are you sure?” I was thinking, sure, they are stronger players but it shouldn’t be too lopsided. Uh. No. Kris and I got clobbered. I think the final score was 11-1 or 11-2. Grita slams her forehands and has solid backhands as well. If she had a stronger dinking game, she’d be absolutely deadly. While talking about pickleball signup list (separate from the club list), Grita asked Terry Long about the numbers on the sheet, meaning the grades. Terry explained they are for entering tournaments and told Grita that she’d be a 4.0 player and that if she developed her soft game, she’d move up.
Terry Long told me he had the loaned data stick, but I forgot to ask him for it later. (I was in a game at the time.) Play was stopped midmorning for some announcements. Grand opening ceremony for the Brommer courts on August 4. Terry will be offering free classes at Derby for those interested, just sign up. Of course, I forgot, so I emailed his wife Karen later!
James & Oleg
A little after noon, a man around 30 named James appeared. He was from Washington but had recently moved to Santa Cruz County. He said he’s played pickleball on and off for a couple of years but played “too much” tennis in prior years. I had to remind him of being up at the net for receiving, but he’s a very good player—I’d say better than me. I offered to play a game with James against Ted and Oleg—who I found out later had only play two previous times! Oleg plays amazingly well for his 3rd time out. He must have had some prior racket sports experience. Or he’s from another planet. While Ted and Oleg made us work, James and I won 11-0.
We convinced Stuart to play as the fourth in a game of James and myself versus him and Oleg. Stuart is always hanging playing with the advanced players. This time, it was a much closer game—back and forth. Eventually, Jame and I edged them out and won 13-11.
At one point, Stuart hit me with the ball. “Good thing you had lasagna last night!” he kidded. Stuart is such a crack up. A few points later, I hit Stuart with the ball. “Good thing you had lasagna last night!” I busted up laughing. We poke fun at each other.
Between the last two games, Stuart demonstrated that I wasn’t keeping my paddle up at the net. “80% of the shots are going to be backhands.” He held is paddle in a backhand position in front of his chest. “Above the net line.” One of the two remaining women on the bench—maybe Janet—chimed in, “He just won 11-0, he can’t be playing too badly!” But Stuart is right. A paddle doesn’t do any good hanging down by your leg!
It still takes me a while to get my game in gear. I was playing my best after I’d been playing for 3 to 3 1/2 hours. I have to figure out how to speed up that “warm up curve”.
I was disappointed with the game against Mike and Grita. I really need to develop a good drop shot and continue working on “slowing down the game”. On the flip side, I was proud of my performance in the last couple of games. Not perfect, but pretty good.
I didn’t realize it, but with the 4 hours of play today, I passed 150 hours of court time. How do you like that? 4 hours at one time is a first.
In the final point of a game I hit my first real “power backhand”. I hit it as hard as I could and it flew about 6″ above the net. They got a paddle on it (near the kitchen) but was returned harmlessly into the net. I got some compliments on that one. “Good way to end a game! Nice backhand!” I need to work more on that.
I guess another first is in the last game, I became aware of my own breathing. An accelerated heart rate is normal. Breathing faster is normal. Literally trying to catch my breath was a new experience. Stuart and Oleg had James and me really working!
Compliment of the Day
After loading the last net into the storage bin, Stuart shared, “You played well.” High praise from Stuart!
Pickleball leads to some interesting tan lines:
My wife said, “It looks like a chicken leg! Send a photo to Charlotte.” So I sent it to my daughter. Her response? “Gross.” You almost always get an honest evaluation from your teenage daughter!
Number of days on a court: 52
Number of total hours: 150.5