For a couple of years it was early court time, dinks and drills. Then somebody brought a mahjong set to brunch, and the paddle has not left its hook since. This funny mahjong shirt is for every convert who walked off the court and straight onto the table.
PICKLEBALL WAS A PHASE. runs across the chest in two lines of heavy, friendly capitals, full stop included, because the matter is closed. Below it sits the evidence: a plain paddle hanging by its strap from a wall peg, a little cobweb stretching from it to a rack of tiles set up and ready to play. No brand on the paddle, no faces on the tiles, just the verdict, drawn flat and bold in four inks.
An easy everyday tee for game day, the brunch before it and the drive over.
A birthday pick for the friend who traded her paddle bag for a set of racks, a holiday exchange gift the whole table will get in one look, or a welcome for the newest player who came over from the courts.
Case closed. Tiles out.
