Ah, pickleball, the sport that has long been the butt of my — and probably many a millennial’s — jabs. When did tossing around a whiffle ball on a minuscule court with an oversized ping pong paddle become the epitome of middle-aged athleticism? Yet, here I am, amidst the "ping pong on steroids" culture, caught in its tantalizing net of contradiction and compulsion.
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