The Pickleball Craze: From Tennis Courts to Pickleball Nets, Boobs Fully Supported!

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Hey Girl, as the proud owner of sportsbras.ca and a former tennis fanatic (who’s now rocking four knee surgeries—yay me!), I’ve ditched the tennis racquet for a pickleball paddle, and let me tell you, I’m OBSESSED! If you haven’t hopped on the pickleball train yet, here’s why you should—it’s a total blast, easy on the body, and comes with a side of belly laughs. Oh, and speaking of support, the right sports bra is key because, well, the girls need to stay in place while you’re smashing it on the court!


A Quick Pickleball History (No, There Are No Pickles Involved)

Believe it or not, pickleball wasn’t created by a jar of dill pickles. It started in the 1960s when a few creative dads in Washington decided to mix tennis, ping-pong, and badminton into a whole new game. The result? A sport that’s grown into one of the fastest-growing fitness crazes in North America. (Thanks, dads!)


Why Pickleball is a Smash Hit (Especially When You’re 59 with Dodgy Knees)

Gentler on the Joints: After my knee surgeries, tennis started feeling like a full-contact sport with the floor, so I made the switch to pickleball. Less running, fewer aches, and a lot more fun! I can play for hours without needing an ice bath afterward. And I can focus on my game instead of... you know, adjusting the "assets" mid-serve!

Sneaky Fitness: Pickleball is like the ninja of workouts—you’re having so much fun, you don’t even realize you’re working up a sweat. It gets your core, arms, legs, and posture all in check without the “ugh, I’m exercising” vibe. Plus, I’m convinced it’s 90% laughter, 10% actual gameplay.


Social Butterfly Vibes: The real magic of pickleball? The people! Whether you’re rallying with old friends or meeting new ones, the game is packed with good vibes and even better jokes. Honestly, it’s way easier to crack jokes about "boob bounce" when you’ve got a crew who gets it!


The Secret to Success (Spoiler: It's Your Bra)

Now, let’s talk bounce—no, not the ball! Pickleball might be low-impact, but you still need the right gear. That’s why I swear by my ENELL Bra. It keeps everything in place, gives me that posture boost, and lets me serve, smash, and joke around without any "booby distractions."


Ready to Join the Pickleball Craze?

Pickleball isn’t just a sport; it’s a lifestyle—one full of fitness, fun, and all the belly laughs you can handle. So, grab your paddle, strap in (literally), and get ready to have a ball. The court’s waiting for you!



And hey, if you want to connect with more fabulous women who share your love for the game, come join our Facebook group: Pickleball Divas. We’d love to have you on the court with us!




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Brigitte Lessard


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