Sunday, January 22, 2023. (Court Day #575)
It was a sunny but cold morning. In the 40s when I left my house to open Derby Park. When I arrived, there were three players on a city net—a regular and two 40-something heavy-set guys in black who seemed like they’d be more at home in a biker gang or a bar. I got about setting up and blowing off the courts.
Newbies
There was a newbie, Brian, who arrived shortly after start time. Brian said he had some tennis background. I explained the rules, got him warmed up and adjusted to a pickleball, then partnered with him for his first game. Though happy, he didn’t stay too long, less than an hour, he said he wanted to ease into it since he has an injury he’s working through.
There were two unrelated newbies who came later, Jamie and Joanne. I got them started then Eric took over when my game came up, then I came back, then Ted took over… it was very much a team effort. They thanked me with a smile when they left.
Busy
It was busy enough that I gave in and announced “Play to 9”. Everyone hates it, but it does rotate the games quicker so there is less waiting.
Sigh.
Derby has an issue of players signing up in red/advance again when they don’t belong there. Joe C. is a solid intermediate player and fun to play with. He regularly gets the ball back over, makes some nice shots, can drive with power. But he’s inconsistent still. Charles and I played a game against Joe and Jeff. I played well with very few errors and Charles and I won 11-0.
I ended in an “Advanced” game with skateboarder Dan against Rick Abend and Mark. Mark is the pleasant latino guy who plays evenings at Skypark. He’s a lower intermediate. I like Mark, though he has work to do yet before signing up in Advanced and Mark more or less admitted that after the game. Dan and I won 11-0. And our win was not on Rick.
René pointed out that that a certain woman has been signing up in Advanced again. She’s the one I talked to last year about not doing that. But maybe she asked permission of that group . . . though I doubt it.
This is an ongoing battle. Skill creep for signups. It happens everywhere.
I talked to Avery between games, “I figure if I wait long enough, I’ll get some good games.” He gave a knowing smile and replied, “I’ve been waiting for three hours hoping for that.” A desert due to a lack of good games.
Good Games
By noon or 12:30, I eventually got into some truly challenging games with René and Rick and some other strong players. Shawnte showed up around 1 p.m. Hats off to Shawnte. He’s playing very well. He’s quick to cover the court side to side for an opportunity to poach and put the ball away. And he’s just a humble and mellow dude.
Distraction or Hinderance?
Just a rule clarification for you, my dear reader. What’s the difference between a “distraction” and a “hindrance” in pickleball lingo? A bird flying into your face is not a distraction, it’s a hindrance. An opponent intentionally yelling at you while you are about to hit the ball is a distraction. Referees rarely enforce distraction calls unless it is very blatant. On the flip side, hindrance calls can easier to make—such as is a stray ball rolling onto your court or a uninvolved player crossing over and bumping you.
Aches & Pains
My right knee is doing ok, not perfect, but holding up. I was wearing Ted’s loaned knee brace today. My knee wasn’t hurting at the end of the five hour session, I just was simply overall exhausted. And my right wrist is still bugging me. I may need to take some time off from play to let it heal.
“Holy Bin, Batman!“
Well, holey, not holy. The top of the old storage bin rusted through, leaving a hole for rain to get into our supplies and nets. This is something the club will need to address one way or the other. Eventually, with the hinge rusting away too, the bin will need to be completely replaced. I passed along a photo to appropriate club board members.
Number of days on a court: 575
Number of total hours: 2,560.5
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