The referee said hi and acted happy to see me. I was pleasantly surprised. I remembered she’d mentioned once how she admired the way I played against big players. I told her about my wrist injury as the cause of my absence for five months. She asked if I broke my wrist playing soccer. I said it was pickleball. She said I should have stuck with soccer. I agreed, saying I did not get seriously hurt for twenty years with soccer and I’d played pickleball for only a few months. She said “That damned pickleball.” Somehow that made my day.
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