Pickleball “But Kaden, they’re like, really good,” my friend Lucas told me when he introduced me to this group. I first arrived at the middle school gymnasium on March 13. They meet every Wednesday to play. While I walked in, I ran into one of the younger players (younger meaning in her 30s), Jenny. Jenny was in shape with black hair and bangs. I could tell she was surprised to see someone so young walking in because she raised her eyebrows at me and looked confused as to why I was there. She asked if I was there to play pickleball, I didn’t know how to respond because I wasn’t there to play but instead observed them. I’m happy I ran into her because she brought me to Wendy, my insider, whom I have never met in person or seen before. I said …show more content…
At least I know some of the terminology and the complexity of the rules. I also wanted to know why. Why is there a group of old people getting together every Wednesday to play pickleball? It couldn’t have been just for the sport. Pickleball isn’t THAT fun! I figured there had to be some health benefits to playing, especially for the old folk. Maybe they did it for exercise and health benefits. I decided to do some more research on that. I found that a simple leisure activity, such as pickleball, had several benefits for elderly people. Some of these benefits include physical & mental health boosts, social interaction & connectivity, positive impacts on the quality of their life, playing the role of caregivers & family members, and emotional well-being enhancements. The one that I found most interesting was the social interaction & connectivity. Both because it was the sole purpose of my ethnography and because I had never thought of that aspect of the life of an elder. Without school or a job and their family living with them, they don’t have a lot of social interaction. Maybe that’s why they go. For anybody, going into a new group of people with nobody by your side is
Far back, in the midst of a time when the world was very young, there lived a princess named Lucille and a bunny named Fluffy. Lucille was a beautiful girl with chocolate brown hair, and eyes as blue as the sweet summer sky. Fluffy was as white as snowflakes and as soft as clouds. He offered plenty of razzmatazz but little manners. They lived together in a tall castle, covered in green vines and grey cobblestone, hidden in the dense forest filled with animals and nature.
“I guess we need to come up with an excuse when we are asked the reason for the annulment.”
when I was ten years old I lost my grandpa, it was a very bad experience for me but it made me stronger. I remember when he taught me how to catch a baseball, ride a bike, mow the lawn and a lot of other things that I will forever cherish in my heart. the memory I will never forget though is when he taught me everything I needed to know about baseball. we would always go outside together and he would do certain agilities with me to build my stamina, teach me how to catch a pop-fly and he would work on pitching with me which is actually one of my main position that I play today. baseball was a big part of my grandpas life and he always wanted me to play In the major leagues. once he passed away my motives for playing in the major leagues increased.
The gutsy owner of a local café organizes a music festival to rally support to save their small town from greedy developers, but when she promises to produce the famous band Sherbet, she may not be able to keep her promise.
And now it's time for Silly Songs with Pinkie Pie. The part of the show where Pinkie comes out and sings a silly song. One Day, while talking to Dr. Spike, Pinkie confronts one of her deepest fears... Pinkie: (singing) If My Lips ever left my mouth, packed a bag, and headed South, That'll be too bad, I'd be so sad.
About a week into my time at this new school the athletic director, Mr. Washington approched me. "Do you play any sports?" He asked. Although this seemed like a simple question, it made my nerves spike up. "Softball", I said in a low tone. His face lit up and he explained how they had one space open on the team, they needed
I wake up in my small bed rolling right off of it, groaning and brush my teeth dragging myself down to the kitchen, not even bothering to brush my brown mane of curly hair or change out of the blue ‘Panic! At the Disco’ jacket that I’ve been wearing for two days straight. I go downstairs to eat breakfast and my ‘loving’ father greets me by yelling at me and saying that I don’t deserve to eat anything. I sigh at my Dad’s fatherly tone and grab my black ‘My Chemical Romance’ beanie that holds down my curly brown locks. I love how my curly bangs hung over my brown eyes. I love looking over the city because it makes me feel like I’m dominating over everyone else. I walk to the city bus. Fancy… There were a lot of people on the bus. There was a smelly fat guy who kept eating
I knew it would happen. As much as I tried to stay optimistic, to put off my feelings of suspicion to an old man's negativity, I knew that this case would cost me something more than just my reputation in the town and that didn't even really matter. In Maycomb, reputation is a day by day concept. Sure, we have more than enough of our fair share of immovable gossipers, and drama kings and queens looking for a story to spread. But in everyone's own mind, if you did something stupid, immoral, or just mildly humorous or entertaining, it was the talk of the town and you were judged terribly for a few days, a few weeks tops. Then the whispers, and glances faded to conversations over coffee, and deep inside jokes. My reputation didn't bother me one bit.
Participating in a sport at an early age can be essential to the overall growth process during a child’s upbringing. Whether the participation is through some sort of organized league or just getting together amongst friends and playing, the lessons learned from this can help teach these kids and provide a positive message to them as they develop. There is a certain point, however, when organized sports can hinder progress, which is when adults get too involved and forget about the underlying reason to why they are helping. While adult involvement is necessary, adult involvement can sometimes send the wrong message to children when they try to make participation become more than just about fun and learning. According to Coakley (2009), “organized sports are worth the effort put forth by adults, as long as they do what is in the best interest of their children and put that thought ahead of their own agenda” (Coakley, p. 151). This is a valid argument because once adults put themselves in front of the children and their values, it needs to be re-evaluated as to why they first got involved in the beginning. Partaking in organized sport and activity from a young age can be beneficial to the overall development of children, as long as decisions actions are made in the best interest of the children and not stemming from ulterior motives of adults.
The sound of the paddle hitting the ball, the grunts, arguments, and overall sense of community is what makes the pickleball community within The Villages special. Throughout The Villages there are hundreds if not thousands of residents that enjoy the sport either as a competitor, spectator, or in a behind the scenes role. Johnny Kong of The Village of Fenney serves as a referee for various PickleBall Community Volunteer Groups, a position he's filled for the past two years. Prior to coming to The Villages in 2017, Kong worked 30 years at Ernst and Young, in their NY office, then their Atlanta office, and finally finishing up in their Orlando office. In his time with the company he has had many roles but ended up finishing as a program manager
Introduction Pickleball is becoming very popular. It's a fun game that mixes tennis, badminton, and ping pong. Anyone can play and have fun, no matter how old or skilled they are. People use paddles and a plastic ball to play a game on a small court with a short net. You can play alone or with a friend.
The deafening wail of the sirens pierces the air, enveloping my senses with its shrill, urgent cry. I squint against the searing red lights that flood my vision, disorienting me further. Blinking rapidly, I try to make sense of my surroundings. The last thing I remember is standing in front of the exit sign.
“Your turn to roll the dice,” I said. We were sitting in the living room playing a board game. I had just gotten home from the factory. That was where I used to work. My wife was cooking dinner while I was playing a game with my two kids.
My stalking routine began about two years ago when I first heard about the diamonds, and since then my mind was occupied with the idea of getting them. Darkness and the single light spot pointed directly at her , emphasised her weakness, vulnerability, and frailty. She used to hide her feelings and so she used to do with the diamonds. I was standing there, camouflaged by the darkness and studying her from the outside. I ran through possible words I could tell her when she woke up, but nothing came to my brain.
The benefits of sports range from physical, mental, and social. Exercise keeps people fit, develops healthy muscle tone, and reduces heart and lung problems (Oak, Manali). Sports studies have shown that “youth are motivated and engaged in ways that do not happen regularly in any other parts of their lives. Their experience of sports stands out from nearly all other activities, including socializing and schoolwork, in providing enjoyment where they are exerting concerted effort toward a goal” (Larson, Reed, and Sean Seepersad). People who play sports bond over a common interest. This opens up children to meeting new kids and socializing with many more. In Kindergarten, I played baseball. Even though I did not truly understand all the mechanics of the game, I met new friends and began to develop motor skills. This was very useful starting at an early age and pushed me to stay active throughout my life.