There I was, in Comox, chatting away with my fellow pickler (Probably about Pickleball Haven) and sitting on the bench waiting for the next pickleball match. A court became free so all four of us leap up, ever eager to play.
My playing partner (Name withheld to protect the innocent) for this match could not seem to get a shot across the net. An irresistible force seemed to grab the ball and drag it down into the net. I know from previous games that this was odd, so persevered until we were soundly beaten.
Upon return to the bench it only took a few seconds to conclude that the irresistible force was in fact his paddle. It was a borrowed one with signs of long and faithful service, with many battle scars. In a moment of generosity, I lent him my own Paddletek Graphite paddle and took the opportunity of trying-out one of many demos that I always carry in my bag. No points for guessing what happened next!!!!!
We got to play against each other in the very next game and my previous partner played so well that I go beaten soundly once again. I did the only thing that any rational person could do, I demanded my paddle back!!!
Does the paddle make a difference? You bet it does.