In the Moment

Gold Canyon, Arizona

Many years ago, I “saw” a play at home plate while Melissa was playing softball.

I was sitting in the score keepers’ box entering the game stats throughout the game. There was a play at home base where the runner just beat the tag, so she was safe and scored a run.


The play unfolded in front of my eyes so that it appeared to be in slow motion. I had never had that happen before, so I exclaimed, “Wow! That was amazing!”

Bob, the referee, asked me what I was talking about. I explained it to him, and Bob calmly said, “You ‘saw’  it.”


Lebron-Slow-Motion-Dunk (1)Apparently referees see it all the time, or at least they should. If they don’t, they shouldn’t be referees. 🙂

That was about twenty years ago, and I haven’t “seen” anything since.

But the good news is that I’m getting closer.

I’ve been working hard on my “soft game” in pickleball. In the soft game, the ball is hit back and forth slowly and softly (called dinking) until someone makes a mistake that allows the opponent to smash the sh*t out of the ball.


Dinking is the closest thing I’ve ever experienced to being in the moment since I saw the play at home plate.

More and more, dink play is slowing down for me. I can watch the angles of my opponents’ paddles and determine where the ball is going to go before they hit it. It’s getting easier to calculate angle, arc, and intensity.

It’s an amazing Zen-like feel. And it is awesome!

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