Pickleball, anyone?
Yep, I'm one of those people who joined the great pandemic pickleball boom and can't stop talking about it.
My new hobby was born out of boredom. In the spring of 2020, with nothing to do and nowhere to go, my husband and I grabbed some sidewalk chalk and drew up court lines on the street in front of our house. We set up a couple of folding chairs and strung straps between them to serve as our net.
The older kid was my doubles partner. The younger was our ball boy, cruising on his scooter with a sand pail rigged up to his handlebars, happy to rescue our errant balls before they rolled into the storm drain.
As we scrambled and volleyed, I remember reclaiming something that felt lost to me in those early, uncertain months of the coronavirus: joy.
Do you remember playing baseball on the street growing up, pausing the game every time a kid yelled, "Car!" That's exactly what I was doing, only this time as a fortysomething with a mortgage and a fanny pack.
Fuyei Xaykaothao and his family fashioned their own COVID-era pickleball court on their suburban cul de sac, much like we did.
But unlike me, Xaykaothao is actually good at pickleball. He's a former college tennis player, coach and evangelist who as a kid dreamed of going pro. His heart broke a little when his young children showed no interest in tennis.