Ban pickleball and replace all pickleball courts with futbol courts. I want the US to get past the round of 16 once in my lifetime.
My takeaways from this World Cup for the USMNT.
Well, they don't suck anymore. They're an established second-tier regional power. Most of the players play in top-level European leagues. They've come a long ways from the days when the team was a bunch of college guys with mullets, a few Germans accidentally born in the U.S. while their parents were on vacation, and a keeper named Randy who plays for an indoor team called the Seattle Squirt.
But they're a long way from competing with the top European programs.
And frankly they probably never will.
They have installed pickleball courts all over Ankeny and they are stuffed to the gills 100% of the time. My soon to be sophomore in high school goes over there a lot with a big group and it’s not uncommon for them to not even be able to get a court.
"What are ye doin' on me tennis court?!"
That situation is definitely the exception. Everywhere we've traveled, pickleball courts are used MUCH more than tennis courts.
BTW - one of the quickest ways to rile up a tennis player is to bring up pickleball. They hate it for some reason.
Listen up, ye paddle-swingin' lot! This here ain't some fancy pickle field where ye stand in a wee kitchen arguin' over whose turn it is to dink. This is me tennis court!
I spent years keepin' these baselines clean. I trimmed the net. I rolled the surface. I got me can of fresh tennis balls all fuzzy and bouncy. Then you show up with your giant ping-pong paddles goin'...
"Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!"
All day!
Do ye know what a proper tennis rally sounds like?
THWACK... THWACK... THWACK...
Majestic. Powerful. Like a knight swingin' a sword.
Know what pickleball sounds like?
TOK! TOK! TOK! TOK!
Like somebody's attackin' a Tupperware container with a wooden spoon!
So gather up yer paddles, yer plastic balls full o' holes, and yer suspicious little "kitchen" that somehow ain't for makin' stew...
AND GET OUT OF ME TENNIS COURT!
Go find an empty parking lot! Paint some lines on the pavement! Build yer own courts! But stop invadin' the sacred lands of tennis!
Now if ye don't mind, I've got a five-set match to play, strawberries and cream to eat afterward, and absolutely no intention of listenin' to another hour of "TOK! TOK! TOK!"
Now... OUT OF ME TENNIS COURT!
