The Grinch Who Stole The Pickleballs
By Tom Lawrence
Every player in “Y’ville loved Pickleball a lot,
But the Grinch, who lived just north of “Y”villa, absolutely did NOT!
The Grinch hated Pickleball! The whole Pickleball game!
Now please don’t ask why….I know not what’s to blame.
It could be his head wasn’t screwed on just right.
Perhaps he once played and his shoes were too tight.
Whatever the reason, his head or his shoes.
He’d developed a bad case of “Pickleball Blues”
So he looked from afar, just loathing the sight.
Of Pickleball players and their obvious delight.
And he vowed in his heart, beating black in his core.
I’ll fix this happy group; they’ll play this game no more.
So he schemed and he dreamed, he planned and he plotted.
He thought so hard, his wicked brain got all knotted.
And slowly emerged a plan, the most devious of all.
“They can’t play the stupid game, if they don’t have a ball”
So the loathsome Grinch stooped to a new low.
(and for a Grinch, that’s pretty low, you know)
He set to work, giving new meaning to ridiculous.
Disguising himself as good old St. Pickleus.
And one night before Christmas, under cover of night,
To “Y”ville he slithered, his treacherous goal within sight.
Assured that the players were home, decking their halls.
He set straight to his work, and stole all the balls!
Then laying a wicked finger aside of his nose.
Up through the ranks of the wicked, delighted, he rose.
And no one heard his jeer, as he scrambles out of sight,
“No more joy in”Y”ville, to Pickleball, forever Good Night”
And so the Grinch returned to his lair,
His ill-gotten Pickleballs, safely stashed away there.
So off to bed, his tiny conscience, buried deep.
His deed being done, he was quickly asleep.
As dawn quietly broke, the day cold, bright and clear.
He woke up with a smile, but…..”What do I hear?”
“That sound so familiar, after all of my scheming”
It’s Pickleball sounds! I’ve got to be dreaming!”
No dream it turned out, his euphoria fast fading.
Four courts full of players with many others waiting.
“How can it be. I made it impossible to play!”
Some way, some how, those players found a way!”
And suddenly a spirit, maybe Christmas, who knows.
Overcame that old Grinch, from his head to his toes.
A new light in his eyes, a different point of view.
“I never would have thought. I never really knew”
“All sizes, shapes and ages; no reason or rhyme”
“Being here together, enjoying their time”
“What I thought was a game is not just a game.”
That said, the Grinch, for the first time, felt the emotion of shame.
Up from the deaths of his long-despicable soul,
A long-hidden warmth had taken control.
“I’ll do what I can to make my amends.
And hope that someday, I can call Pickleballers my friends”
True to his heart, he returned to his lair,
And picked up those yellow balls still safely hidden there.
With the bag over his shoulder, he returned to the gym.
Not knowing what fate, what scorn was waiting for him.
To his surprise, the players did not flinch.
It showed in his face, this was not the same old Grinch.
So instead of the scorn he expected that day.
Three Pickleballers came up, and asked him to play!
So we end on a high note, with fun and with laughter.
And could end it right now, with “Happily ever after”.
But it’s best to be truthful, now don’t you all think?
Cause the Grinch never comes to the net, and never learned to dink!