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I recently traveled to Mexico with the twins and Katie. Our resort had ten pickleball courts, and I swear they were busy all day long. Every night at 5 p.m. they hosted a tournament, and James really wanted to compete. I’ll be honest — I hadn’t competed in anything official since a dodgeball tournament about 25 years ago. But I was game. We ended up making it all the way to the finals… where we were promptly beaten by two 60+ year olds from Quebec. (One of them is pictured below holding a hot pink tiger paddle. In hindsight, that should’ve been my first warning.)
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