You thought pickleball was just about paddles, plastic balls, and retirees in sun hats, didn’t you? Wrong. The real competition happens six inches above your shoulders. If you can’t keep your brain from self-sabotaging, no amount of dinks will save you.
This isn’t about teaching you how to serve without looking like you’re auditioning for a dad-bod infomercial. This is about sharpening your mind so you can play like the competitive beast you pretend to be at family barbecues.
Realizing Pickleball Isn’t Therapy
You walked onto the court expecting spa-day vibes—low stress, gentle rallies, maybe a new excuse to wear sweatbands in public. Instead, the first ball flies into the net, and suddenly your inner Hulk emerges. Welcome to the real game.
