Born From Obsession
It happened in the middle of a great game on a sunny afternoon in San Diego. We were in a long rally — the kind where everyone is dialed in, laughing, pushing, competing, and totally in the zone.
Then it happened.
Someone called out, “Wait. What’s the score?”
Everyone looked at each other. A couple of different answers came back. Someone tried to retrace rallies out loud. Another swore they were right. The energy died, the rhythm disappeared, and the magic of the moment was gone.
If you’ve played pickleball more than a few times, you’ve lived this exact scene. It’s the most fun sport on earth, yet we constantly stop to argue about a number.
And I remember thinking: why hasn’t anyone solved this?