No Pickles Were Harmed in Playing This Game
I was invited to a Pickle Ball game last week. If you don’t recognize this non-Olympic sport, it’s best described as a cross between ping pong and badminton played on a court. The net and court are smaller than tennis, but the rules are much like ping pong.
I thought that any activity named after an edible, made it fair game for a food blog. 🙂 So here goes . . .
A Dogged Game
It’s believed the game originated in the 60s and named after the inventor’s dog. For years it was played primarily in the Pacific Northwest. Some recall the game as Paddle Ball popular in the 70s.
Picklers Not Easily Jarred by the Game
As in pick-up basketball, Pickle Ballers are an enthusiastic lot and quick to befriend others wanting to play. Some say it’s the “lazy man’s tennis;” others, that it requires a high degree of accuracy and concentration. Who am I to judge?
Any Game That Includes Eating Has Merit
Our group included Robin and JC, and friends Inda and Michael. Inda provided her yummy chocolate chip cookies and carryout from Al Tarboush, the Lebanese deli in the Loop. My sandwich—the Shish Taouk— featured an enormous pickle swaddled in marinated chicken, and garlic paste—the pickle making it appropriate for the game, as well as delicious. Oh, yes, there was hummus and baklava as well.
Is This Non-Sport for You?
The age range for Pickle Ball spans a number of decades. I would have played except my shorts from the 70s are not brief enough for me fit into appropriately—though, frankly, there may be other reasons as well for being a spectator rather than a participant. 🙂
Pickle Ball may never have its own national league or stadium, but the players do have fun, eat well, and enjoy socializing outdoors.
I may get me a cheerleader costume. Now if I can just mange to do a split while holding a couple of pom poms . . . I’m practicing.