What could you try for the first time?
I’ve made up my mind—this is the year,
Pickleball mastery is finally near!
I’ll be agile, precise, quick on my feet,
Dodging that wiffleball, light and elite.
First step: I’ll need the right pickleball gear,
(Though, let’s be real—just shorts and a beer).
Google says paddles come in all sorts,
Do I need one for pros? Or just casual sports?
Next up: I’ll study the rules, nice and slow,
“The kitchen?” What kitchen? Do I bring dough?
It’s all sounding strange—but hey, I’ll adapt!
Who knew a sport could leave me so trapped?
I’ll pencil in workouts to build up my game,
(Though Netflix might call me—those workouts feel lame).
I’ll practice my footwork and swinging technique,
In my living room first, at least twice a week.
I can already see it—my dazzling debut!
Crowds will cheer when I score—maybe one or two.
I’ll high-five my teammates and grin ear to ear,
“Natural talent!” They’ll shout—wait, what’s that? A tear?
But truth be told, plans don’t always get done,
And my coordination might make folks run.
Still, even if I flub it and can’t hit the ball,
It’s learning that counts—win, lose, or fall!
So here’s to my humble intentions, half-baked as they seem,
To pickleball dreams and my couch-bound regime.
I may not be ready quite yet for the court,
But soon—probably—just probably—I’ll dominate the sport!
Lyrics, Sentiments and Me 