Oh, no. Another broadside from the world of tennis has been fired upon our beloved game of pickleball.
It’s understandable. Pickleball is spreading like a virus, and in the process, swallowing up some tennis courts, or at least forcing tennis enthusiasts to play in the vicinity of newly commissioned pickleball courts.
Once that happens, it’s clear to see which sport is growing in popularity. Some tennis players accept this new recreational landscape and make room for the pickleball courts without complaint.
But others can’t help taking swipes at pickleball by preaching a kind of resistance that’s probably something akin to the way the horse-and-buggy industry reacted to the dawn of the automobile.
We here at Murmurs from the Losers’ Bracket have taken notice of one of these swipes – a rather erudite effort – that was published recently in The Wall Street Journal, of all places.
The piece, entitled, “Why pickleball sounds are so annoying?” is a scientific explanation about why the “tock” of a pickleball hitting a paddle is allegedly so intolerable to human ears.
At least, some human ears.
The author, Eugenia Chang, acknowledges her own personal disappointment with losing tennis courts to pickleball. Then she goes into a college-level explanation about why the “pleasant ringing sound” of a tennis ball striking a stringed racket is so much better than the “waveform of sound” that comes from those pickleball ball-paddle interactions.
“Pickleball sounds aren’t louder or particularly higher overall than other sounds of balls being struck, but they have some high-pitched frequencies that crucially contribute to the timbre,” she writes.
“The sounds have been analyzed to have a spike in overtone frequencies around 1000 Hertz, about two octaves above middle C, toward the top end of a soprano range,” she continues. “Those frequencies don’t carry further across the air, but human ears are more sensitive to them so we hear them more clearly at a distance and, perhaps, find them more aggravating.”
If you’d like to read the whole article, here’s a link: tinyurl.com/yc5hb7bu
I don’t doubt that some people find that the sounds coming from a pickleball court can be aggravating at times. But to be fair, so do the sounds coming from a basketball court, a children’s playground, a baseball field, a public swimming pool, yes, even a tennis court.
And given the option, nobody would want to have their home right next to any of those recreation areas where, let’s face it, the most reliably frequent annoying sounds come not from the equipment, but from the mouths of the people playing their games.
And if we’re talking about people sounds, there’s nothing “pleasant” coming from a tennis court.
Tennis players are often prone to grunting when hitting the ball. It started off with women players, but men are doing it now too.
And it’s not just a gentle little exhalation of air. I’m talking about a lung-emptying sound that starts in the diaphragm and sometimes ends in a second higher pitch at the conclusion of the grunt.
Something like, “Huughhhh-ieaaaahhh”
I frequently play pickleball in a facility that has adjacent tennis courts, and the sounds of grunting tennis players frequently drifts into the pickleball courts.
I don’t know if there are overtones of high-C involved, but it’s audible and constant. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think some poor hapless animal was being tortured on the other side of the opaque windscreen.
Say what you will about pickleball, but it’s a grunt-free game. There are no grunt-generating overhead serves involved. And the court’s just not big enough during a doubles match to warrant any vocal theatrics from players who have to move usually not more than two steps. If you hear somebody grunting on a pickleball court, call 911. He or she may be trying to pass a kidney stone.
MURMURS FROM THE LOSERS’ BRACKET
Read past editions of Murmurs from the Losers’ Bracket, including:
- Pickleball Mania Hits Target Stores. What’s Next?
- Getting to the Bottom of the Pickleball Metamucil Ad
- The Etiquette Crisis with “Open Play”
- Pickleball Dreams: The Final Frontier of Pickleball Addiction
- Lob into the Sun? Maybe, Maybe Not
- Gathering Intel on your Pickleball Opponents
- Injured? No, I’m Not Injured
- Mastering the Diplomacy of Round-Robin Scheduling
- Confessions of a Paddle Addict
- The Pilgrims and Pickleball – The Untold Story
- A Baby Boomer Lament
- The Golden Bachelor Courts Pickleball
- Is a Pickleball Escort a thing?!
- Losing with Style
- We Beat Go Fish!
- Taking the First Serve… or Not
- “Sorry” Seems to be the Easiest Word
- Top 10 Signs it’s too Hot to Play Pickleball Outside
- Coming In from the Heat
- The Ozempic Ad
- Ball On Court? Maybe Not
- The PPA, the APP and Monty Python
- Time to Get Help at Bangers Anonymous
- “It’s an Injury Sport”
- A Pickleball Translation Guide
- What’s Your Pickleball Nickname?
- Tennis the Menace
- Is There Such a Thing as “Pickleball Torture”?
- How to Be an Effective Pickleball Snob
- All You Need Is Glove
- The Lesson McDonald’s French Fries Have for Pickleball
- Tunes on the Court
- The Poetry of Empty Courts
- “Head Targeting” Rule Change Not a Brainy Idea
- Getting Beyond “Good Game”
- Why Are Pickleball Trophies Such a Big Deal?
- Stop Messing with the ATP
- When Discussions of Rules Turn Unruly
- A Former Pickleball Addict Speaks Out
- Separating the Drinkers from the Dinkers
- Turning Every Magazine into a Pickleball Magazine
- Zen and the Art of Pickleball Maintenance
- Spirited Pickleball Poetry
- Making Pickleball Less “Devastating” to Amateurs
- Finding Romance on the Pickleball Court: Top 10 Pickup Lines
- Sign of the Times: Pickleball License Plates
- Red Light, Green Light: Playing Traffic Cop on the Court
- The Pickler Limerick Challenge
- The Pickler Limerick Challenge Heats Up
- The Pickler Limerick Challenge Wraps Up
- Pickleball & the $100 Hamburger
- Before We Play, Partner, Please Sign This…
- Pickleball’s Most Powerful Spoken Word
- It’s Been a Hard Day’s Night for Pickleball Skeptics
- Be Kind to Your Local “Paddle Sheriff”
- Is There Such a Thing as Too Many Paddles?
- Silence Is… Not My Style
- “Going Ham” Over Pickleball’s Generational Divide
Frank Cerabino is a long-time columnist for the Palm Beach Post in Florida, a pickleball addict like the rest of us, and a newly published author. Check out Frank’s newly released book, I Dink, Therefore I Am: Coming to Grips with My Pickleball Addiction (available on Amazon and a great read (or gift!) for any pickleball player), for pickleball tips and laughs!
