It's a Poetic Game Afterall

 

My game was a bit in the sink

I thought it was due to my dink 

So I loosen'd my grip,

and vowed not to flip

No good, I'm returnin' to drink

Thomas Sowell, a brilliant guy, heavy thinker, might play pickleball, don't know.  He has spoken out on numerous topics, one of which is equality.  The quote that caught my eye the other day was. "No man is equal to any other man.  And no man is equal to himself on different days."

I'm sure we've all thought about how we played as we've driven away from the PB court.  There is the day you won them all and the day you couldn't win any.  None of which is a reflection of the state of your game.  I've seen beatable opponents that suddenly could only hit it at your feet, their lobs landed in, and the cross court rollers hit all the lines.  It's easy to feel clumsy and out of sorts if your opps are playing perfectly.

The answer?  Remember the good days and forget the bad ones.  I've heard Bjorn Borg was a master at it.   Jack Nicklaus claimed he never missed a putt on the 18th hole when it mattered.  When they showed him videos of his untimely misses, he still denied it.  Maybe denial is a great way to play pickleball.

Always look to the next shot, it's the only one you can control!