Yes, it's called Pickle-Ball - a game tennis players play after
they've wrecked a body part (like my BIL and his bum knee).

Now you can liven up your party conversation with Pickle-Ball!
http://www.pickleball.com/

No need to thank me. LOL I'm here to help.




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sf > wrote:

> Yes, it's called Pickle-Ball - a game tennis players play after
> they've wrecked a body part (like my BIL and his bum knee).
>
> Now you can liven up your party conversation with Pickle-Ball!
> http://www.pickleball.com/
>
> No need to thank me. LOL I'm here to help.

That page says it's been around for 20 years. My high school had a
PickleBall tournament every year - that was 22 years ago. My
team-mate was the skinny, very unathletic-looking prom-queen who
drove an Opel. I was the stoner who rode a moped. We were the most
unlikely pair to ever win a tournament - beating out a mob of Asians
who'd been playing ping-pong since they were 2 (this was Sunnyvale
CA, 1983 - everybody was Asian).

The game is actually pretty decent for what it is: A slower version
of ping-pong and tennis. You can put a mean-assed spin on the ball,
but you won't be doing any smashing.

-sw