Coming upon the tennis court the other evening, on my walk around the island, I found two pickleball games in progress: a women’s doubles match at one end and a mixed doubles match at the other. I am not a fan of pickleball; it lacks the athleticism and esthetics of tennis; no running, no soaring flights of fuzzy yellow balls. Even the sound is inferior: instead of a pleasant pong there is an irritating clank. But as I watched the women try to cool themselves between points, I had to admit that the paddle works better than a racket as a fan.
