Spend enough time around pickleball players and eventually you'll realize we're speaking a language that makes absolutely no sense to everyone else. We dink. We play in the kitchen, but we're not allowed to volley there. We hit third-shot drops, even though nobody dropped anything. An Erne isn't a guy on the next court. An ATP has nothing to do with your retirement account. We stack, poach, lob, drive, and occasionally get pickled. And somehow, after playing for a while, all of this sounds perfectly normal. The real test comes when you're talking to a non-pickleball person and hear yourself say something like: “I tried to dink crosscourt, but he sped it up, so I reset it into the kitchen.” And they just stare at you. That's when you know you've become one of us. 😁 Pickleball stuff for pickleball people.