Pickle Ball Disaster

In the quest to remove the lump from above the belt sister Patty thought we should play pickleball.  Kadizzle is unfamiliar with this game and did not have the stuff to play the game.  First we went to the mission store.  At the mission store Kadizzle bought a pair of gymnastic shorts suitable to play pickle ball.   More than likely the shorts had been worn by the last old duffer who played and dropped over dead.  Next Kadizzle needed the correct shoes.  Off to slummer's paradise we went.  At Walmart Kadizzle bought a pair of $14 dollar shoes.  Now a side note.  Coming out of Walmart Kadizzle saw a strange tall scraggly man walking in with a cowboy hat.  The thin tall guy looked like he was loosely bolted together.  Kadizzle commented to Patty about what a strange concoction he was.  Patty said he even has a gun.  Sure enough the cowboy had a gun hanging from his side.  It was the classic six shooter about to fall out of the holster.  He looked like a half drunk cowboy wandering into a saloon. 

Anyway we got the damn shoes.  Back at base Kadizzle realized the cost of the shoes.  Once Kadizzle read an article that said almost all tennis shoes cost about $14 dollars to make.  You know the ones they sell you for $120.  Well if these shoes cost $14 then it had to cost about fifty cents to make them.  Off to the pickle ball court we go.  As Kadizzle tries to figure out this game he begins to realize how slipper the floor is and how slipper the shoes are.  Pickle ball it turns out is like miniature tennis.  It is played on just a tennis court that shrank with something like a wiffle ball.  Kadizzle has always hated tennis.  It is that damn net.  Real men play racquetball or handball.  Those games don't have some damn net.  Games with a net mean you cannot have a vicious volley.  Also they mean you play in the open and the ball goes out of bound to roll eternally toward some awkward place.  The real exercise is going to get the balls.

In the warm up Kadizzle got to aggressive and with the fifty cent shoes slipped and clipped Patty in the knee.  The large lumbering lump drove poor Patty to the floor.  Something let loose in Patty's leg and the game was over before it started.  One thing Kadizzle learned early in sports was to first injure any opponent. 

This clicked a memory in Kadizzle's head.  The legend in the home town was that older brother Tom was going to engage in a pool game with a guy that was trying to con him.  Tom was muscular and had a strong hand.  When they did the handshake to confirm the bet Tom broke his hand.  Tom apparently figured this would even up the odds.  Seems like a plan.  Anyway poor Kadizzle never meant to stumble into Patty.  So one chore today will be to take the shoes back to Walmart.  The shoes will end up in Mexico and the CEO of Walmart who makes $8,000 an hour will not get anything from Kadizzle.