After 25 years of teaching tennis and 10 years of coaching pickleball. I know this: This sport is gloriously absurd.

Named after leftovers. Played with a ball named for the sound it makes when you miss. Rules that confuse everyone. A court that confounds. The entire thing is a magnificent joke.

And that's exactly what I've built this place to celebrate.

Hall of Pickleball exists to help all ages fall in love with the game through its humor. To make friends through shared laughter. To teach you the sport without taking it too seriously. To inspire and embrace the cosmic joy while playing your heart out.

I document the absurdity with institutional reverence. I create characters who embody the chaos. I apply museum standards to recreational sports because it's fun. For that's what they're meant to be.

Yes, there are shirts. Our pickleball apparel collection brings the absurdity to life—designed in South Florida where the sport thrives. Institutions need gift shops.

But mostly, I'm here to celebrate the grand humor that is pickleball—and welcome you into the joke.

Come play. Come laugh. Come join the museum that pickleball absolutely deserves.

— The Curator