Today's Tids Issue 5,417
Same ole, Same ole:
Today we get the news
That will have some singing the blues
That man who made me cry
When he cut our oil supply
Who gave out money like berserk,
To many who wouldn't work
And tried to ignite elation
While he was funding inflation.
Who campaigned on how to unite
But just poured acid into the fight.
Now in a slick video he will say
He begins to run* today,
We’ll have to watch him perform again,
I think I am slowly going insane.
*Or, should that be wobble.
Can America once again sit back and watch a nightly news program with a split screen showing trump and Biden? I don’t think that's what we want. Aarrrrrrrrgh!
Tucker Carlson for President!
Police have confirmed that the man who fell from the 12th floor of the nightclub.... was not a bouncer.
The Question:
Where did the name “Pickleball” come from. When was Pickleball first played and where.
The Headlines:
--Markets Doddles and Waits for Today's Reports from Microsoft, Alphabet.
--Joe Biden Announces Re-Run.
--Blinken Says Sudan Warring Generals Agree to 72 Hour Cease Fire; Sporadic Gunfire Continues Through Khartoum Even as Truce Begins; 100’s of Thousands to make Mad Rush to Boarders according to UN Refugee Agencies; Germany to End Evac Flights Tonight.
--RI Treated to Glittering Northern Lights.
--Harry Belafonte Dies at Age 96.
--Home Prices Rise in February Breaking 7 Month Decline.
The latest example of America not getting along comes from the recreational sector. In a quiet Massachusetts town, it is war between two groups who on the surface appear to be doing exactly the same thing but with a slight difference. They are hitting a ball over a net. There are many sports revolving around nets and balls but until the advance of PB, they always got along just fine, and often were quite complimentary. Why this intense anger now which includes vitriolic social media assaults and acute vandalism. Is it just an extension of our new in your face society? Or is ttere just something intolerable between plastic and fuzzy balls.
But the tennis/Pickleball tussle is nothing like the actions of the irascible Climate enthusiasts who are running around the planet deflating tires of SUV’s. Climate people have become the most annoying sector of humans on earth.
What do you call a woman standing in the middle of a pickleball court? Annette.
Microsoft has adapted well to trends and life’s expectation changes over the years. Today market analysts will await more information on their strong move into AI.
Sudan is an absolute mess. There is just no better way to describe this chaotic, disease-ridden, intensely dangerous warzone with the only options for the immediate future being death and destruction.
Every novel is a mystery novel if you never finish it.
The Answer:
I always thought it was named because old athletes found themselves in a pickle when they could no longer run around tennis courts as they always had nor deal with the speed and velocity of the balls. So, they opted for a smaller area and muted sphere. But that is not close at all. There are two theories, one which picklers prefer, that it was named after the cute dog “Pickles” owned by of one of the founders. Pickles, who continually snatched the ball off the court, only came along after the game had already been named. The dog was named after the game. The Founder/Inventors were Washington state tennis players Jowl Prichard, Barney McCallom and Bill Bell who one day felt they needed a family backyard game like Badminton. A court was built in Prichard's backyard on Bainbridge Island off Seattle in 1965. McCallom owned the dog named Pickles but Joel’s wife Joan was a rower, and she is said to have come up with the name referring to an obscure crew term, “Pickel boat”. The Pickle boat – a “weaker, mismatched crew boat with purpose of having fun. Perhaps she was referring to Pickle ball as being a less intense version of Tennis. So, that's the consensus after a prickly discussion of the name's origin. They like the cute puppy story better, but that is the truth. So, now you know with wasn't conceived by two Wall Street guys sitting amidst pickle barrels in a real Jewish delicatessen on the lower East side of NYC.
Like Belafonte politics or not, as a kid we were always singing his banana boat song:
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