I’m 65 now, which means that, according to federal law, I have to start playing pickleball.
But I don’t want to play pickleball. I hate pickleball.
I’m fine with AARPers all over America loving pickleball. Great. Play until your arch supports melt. But why do you have to constantly tell me about it? Why do you insist I start playing with you? I get it. You moved less than 18 inches in each direction for two hours, hit a greenish ball a lot and beat Ed and Nancy Finkler in three games. SportsCenter will be right over.
