When I was 5 years old, my mother took me for my first swim lesson. The instructor, a gruff man in red lifeguard Speedos, led me to the deep end of the pool and pushed me in. With my mother looking on in shock, I managed to dog-paddle to the side safely. At which point, the instructor exclaimed: “You see! He swims!” We never went back for lesson two. I mention this lesson for one reason: If you’re not coming to pickleball from another racket sport (especially tennis), you wou