Pickles, Paddles, Puddles
Until recently, I had never played pickleball. I had heard the sports tossed around in conversation, but I never expected to find myself holding a paddle on a Dartmouth court, playing in the rain, trying to learn the rules mid-game…
How did this all happen?
My friend, Joanna '28, who got into pickleball last summer, discovered that there are pickleball courts right behind the tennis courts at Dartmouth—in fact, it was right down the street from my dorm. But I had never explored it! Joanna had invited me, Dezstany '28 (another fellow blogger), and her friends to play in a 4-team pickleball tournament. I was hesitant at first. While I'm not an active athlete at Dartmouth, I did play table tennis in high school. Joanna described pickleball as a sport that's bigger than table tennis but smaller than a tennis court. I was intrigued! I bought my trippee, Liam '28, from my last break trip to Joshua Tree (note: "trippee" is a term Dartmouth used to describe friends they've made on outdoor trips!). Liam told me that he had also never played pickleball before.
In New York, where I call home, there's not much opportunity to play pickleball: it can be challenging to find spaces and the equipment to do so, and it can get a bit expensive. Luckily, Dartmouth students get access to tons of free sports equipment in Hanover. Checking out the equipment was super easy—we just went up to the front desk of the gym and exchanged our student IDs for free paddles and balls.
Joanna quickly taught us the basics: how to serve diagonally, what "the kitchen" meant, and when to rotate positions. It didn't take long for me to realize that knowing the rules and playing the game were two very different things. Our first practice round was humbling. We missed serves, let balls sail past us, and often forgot to switch sides. But it was so much fun! Halfway through the game, it began to rain. Not a light sprinkle, but a steady, soaking downpour. Other people on the court started packing up and heading home, but we looked at each other, shrugged, and kept playing!

Ultimately, we lost in the semifinals. But winning or losing didn't matter because we had so much fun—quite frankly, it felt quite aesthetic to have a rainy pickleball lesson. Since that rainy afternoon, I've returned to the courts two more times. I've realized how many pockets of campus life exist outside of classrooms. Fun fact: they even have an actual pickleball class that you can take at Dartmouth for PE credits! And this is just one of the many sports you can try out here.
