Pickleball Festival

Hy-Vee Arena

Last weekend I traveled to Kansas City with some girlfriends to attend the second annual Third Shots a Charm Festival (TSAC2). Last year about 125 people came, but this year registration was capped at 400. The event was held at the newly (almost) renovated Kemper Center, which has just been named the Hy-Vee Arena. While construction is ongoing, TSAC2 was the first event to be held at the center. We had 24 pickleball courts that were striped on the multipurpose wooden floor, though 4 of the courts were almost always taken by group lessons. So 21 courts divided by 400 people = a LOT of wait time to get out to play.

We were invited to a free open play session on Thursday night from 7-9, and it was kind of a zoo. Registration opened at 8:00 on Friday morning, and I caught a ride to the center with some other friends as my carload was not wanting to go that early. We breezed through registration and onto the courts. By 9:00 the place was packed. They had three tables on which to place your paddle in a stack, with each table covering six courts. So the best plan was to look at each table when you came off a court to see which had the fewest stacks of paddles on it. I typically waited about 25 minutes to play, but some people told me that they waited an hour or an hour and a half!

inside the arena

I think enough people complained about the different levels of play (from beginner to pros) that on Saturday the three tables had labels on them - advanced, intermediate, and social. I started out on the intermediate court, which is where I belong, but as the day went on realized that social play had way fewer paddles waiting. So I spent the rest of the day there, and had a lot of fun. They kept the same arrangement on Sunday as well.

double decker bus tour

Friday and Saturday nights they had live music and food for us. The bands were great and so was the food, which I understood came from Hy-Vee. On Saturday you could also take a double decker bus tour of Kansas City, which was fun even though we had the same route and tour guide as last year.

Overall TSAC2 was another great experience in what pickleball is all about, which I refer to as the three Fs - fun, fitness, and friendships. I already have my room reservation for next year!

some of the St, Louis crew

A Pickleball Festival

3rd Shot's a Charm

The first ever pickleball festival took place in Merriam, Kansas (a suburb of Kansas City) last weekend. On Facebook there is a group known as Pickleball Forum, with members from all over the world. The guy who set up the group had stated that when the forum reached 10,000 members, he was going to hold an event so that people could meet face to face. He lived up to his claim, creating the 3rd Shot's a Charm Pickleball Festival. I talked it up with some of my friends who play at the Salvation Army, and four of us signed up to attend the three day event. In the end, 140 attendees from 22 states (including Hawaii), Canada, England and even Serbia descended on Merriam.

The $135 registration fee included three days of pickleball from 8 in the morning until 9 at night, two nights of local food and entertainment, and a tour of Kansas City aboard a double decker bus. Franklin Sports was the sole sponsor of the event, and each attendee received a pickleball bag, three balls, a new paddle, a small towel, a pickleball keychain, and a festival t-shirt. Incredible!

swag

Our group drove over on Thursday, stopping for lunch at Maggie's Bar & Grill in Boonville prior to our scheduled tour of nearby Warm Springs Ranch. The ranch is a 300-acre facility that is the birthplace of every Budweiser clydesdale seen on television, in parades, at Grant's Farm and the Anheuser-Busch breweries. Walking tours are offered twice a day from March through October. Currently it costs $14 for adults to take the ninety-minute tour, which can be scheduled and paid for online at the Warm Springs Ranch website.

The grounds, as you might imagine, are beautiful and immaculate. Our tour guides were knowledgeable as well as funny. Oh, and like most if not all of their other tours, you get two free beers at the end of the tour. While the best time to see a newborn is in the spring or early summer, we were lucky enough to be able to meet five day old Rave and his mother Ria. Rave will hold the distinction of being the last baby born in 2017. So cute!

Warm Springs Ranch

After we checked into our rooms in Merriam on Thursday, we grabbed dinner at a nearby restaurant before going into the World Gym to check out the facility. It was actually easy walking distance from our hotel, which was great as we only had one car for four of us. Twelve indoor tennis courts had been converted for pickleball, I suspect before this festival was even a thought. The facility was large enough to accommodate this group, and had an outdoor area where the food/music could be held. While it was a tad stuffy in the building due to the fact that it is a dome and the days were pretty warm, overall it was a good, central location to hold the event.

World Gym

On Friday we took a midday break from pickleball to visit the National WWI Museum and Memorial in Kansas City. Designated by Congress in 2004 as the official U.S. WWI museum, the 80,000 square-foot center is dedicated to remembering and understanding the Great War and its impact on the entire globe. It holds the most diverse collection of WWI objects and documents in the world, and thus requires a good amount of time to due it justice. It is well worth a visit.

National WWI Museum and Memorial

It was back to pickleball after visiting the museum, followed by the included meal of Kansas City barbecue accompanied by a jazz band. None of us were up for more pickleball after that, so we had a rousing game of Five Crowns back at the hotel.

Saturday morning I played a few games of pickleball after breakfast while the rest of my group rested up for the 11:00 bus tour. I met up with them after a quick shower, and we headed to the top of the double decker bus. Thankfully we did not need to take the interstate to get downtown, so other than ducking for a few low lying branches and the excitement of our bus slightly hitting another bus along the route (whoops!), it was a fun trip.

double decker bus tour of Kansas City

We grabbed lunch when we got back, and then it was off for more pickleball. The dinner that evening included grilled burgers and hot dogs with all the sides while a band played tunes from the 60s, 70s and 80s. They were great, and had the crowd out on the dance floor. We ended our evening with more Five Crowns.

Sunday morning we were all too pooped to play pickleball, and we had the drive home ahead of us. We did stop for a look at a relatively new facility just north of Kansas City with the unusual name of Chicken N Pickle. Looking to capitalize on the fastest growing sport in America, the site contains four indoor and four outdoor pickleball courts, along with a shop, restaurant, bar and numerous outdoor games such as ping pong, washers, and a large battleship game. The music was blaring, and families were having a great time with their kids. All the games are free except for pickleball, and I can see what the draw might be. It's an interesting concept, and it will be fun to see if a franchise comes out of it.

Chicken N Pickle

me with the Big Dill

What an amazing weekend we had. Everyone was friendly and kind at the festival, and there to have fun - not be overly competitive. It was great to get away with the gals, and see some sights as well. Hopefully this will become an annual event.

Memorial Day Weekend

Jefferson Barracks

Memorial Day has always been a bit confusing to me. My understanding is that the day was designated to honor those who died while serving in the United States military. Yet I know people who decorate all graves on this day. And I see all kinds of folks thanking those who serve or have served in the military. It is interesting that no one has come forward to set the record straight on the true purpose of Memorial Day. But whatever the rationale, I am grateful to all who have fought to secure and preserve the freedom we have here in our country.

We had a wedding to attend on Saturday. My friend's oldest daughter got married at our church. This is a young lady that I have camped with through Girl Scouts and have watched grow up. It is amazing to see these kids become young adults who are beginning their own new families. The wedding was beautiful and the rain did not dampen any one's enthusiasm.

Laura's wedding

On Sunday Jim and I drove over to Kansas City for a gathering of his family. We have not all been together since last Memorial Day, so it was wonderful to see everyone. It was a great trip, albeit a quick one as we came back home on Monday night. Hopefully we will all be able to get together again later this summer to celebrate my father-in-law's 85th birthday. That will be a fun time!

I Hear the Train a Comin'

Amtrak at Kirkwood Train Station

Saturday morning at 7:45 a.m. we boarded the Amtrak train at the Kirkwood Station headed for Kansas City. My sister-in-law JoEllen was throwing herself a 50th birthday party at the Hotel Savoy, so we decided to take the train instead of drive. First of all, we just had the big drive up to Minneapolis last weekend and I am driving to Cincinnati for my aunt's 90th birthday party this weekend so I was not eager to do more driving. Second, it was only $116 round trip for the two of us to ride the train. It would cost me more than that to gas up my car. Third, it takes five hours to make the train trip, not much more than driving a car. So it seemed like a no-brainer, especially considering that we didn't need a car in Kansas City.

The trip over was great. There were nice people in our car, which was good since you don't get to pick which car to sit in. We left Kirkwood right on time and actually arrived at Union Station about 10 minutes early. The only snafu was that we did not see any cabs outside the terminal, which is beautiful by the way. We ended up walking on an enclosed skywalk over to the Westin Hotel to catch a cab. When we came out the front door of the hotel I asked the door man to hail us a cab. As it approached, he asked me where we were going. I told him the Hotel Savoy. Boy did I get a dirty look! I guess I never thought how it would look to ask one hotel employee to get me a ride to one of their competitors. I told him that we didn't have a choice of hotels - that is where the party was taking place. He said, "I like parties!" I told him to come on over when he was done as we were taking over the whole hotel.

Hotel Savoy Kansas City, MO

When we got to the Hotel Savoy the lady at the front desk greeted us by saying, "You don't want to check into your room, do you?" I don't know - we just came in the front door with our luggage in tow, what do you think??? I explained that we had just gotten in on the train and came directly to the hotel. I guess it was about 1:45 by this time. She checked her records, stated that we must be living under a lucky star, and handed us a key to a room on the 5th floor.

I should point out that this hotel was built in 1888 and is believed to be the longest continuously operated hotel west of the Mississippi. The current owner is only the third owner of the property. It has had its ups and downs, but he has been renovating rooms and turned it into a bed and breakfast of sorts. Only 21 rooms are currently available for use, we were told. The main floor has beautiful tile floors, more stained glass than I could count and beautiful wood surfaces. Our group was taking over the main floor banquet areas for the night.

We took the elevator (which was hot) to the 5th floor, but we were later excited to see that the central staircase in the hotel had not been enclosed or destroyed. We took the stairs after that. As we rounded the corner to our room I thought the whole area looked like a scene from a movie. I turned to Jim and croaked out, "Redrum" in a reference to the line from the movie The Shining. Redrum is murder spelled backwards. I would later learn that I wasn't too far off. But I am getting ahead of myself...All of the hallways were really hot as well, so I was concerned about the room. I needn't have worried as the air conditioner was working fine. When we got to the room I unlocked the door with the brass key we had been given. Before I stepped in the room Jim asked if I wanted to take pictures. God love him, he knows that I like to take my photos before we clutter up the room with luggage so that I can place them on Tripadvisor.com when I do my reviews. So I dug my camera out of my suitcase and snapped some pictures. We then drug our stuff in the room. Our room was obviously not one of the recently remodeled ones, but it was quite charming anyway. Our bed had an interesting look to it, reminding me somewhat of a church complete with stained glass. The old claw foot tub added ambiance to the bathroom, but is pretty impractical for someone vertically challenged like myself.

We heard some children running up and down the hallway, which I thought was weird because we understood that all the rooms were taken by attendees of the party and none of them were bringing children. When it was time to leave for the pre-party on the 4th floor, we could not find the room key. Neither one of us remembers removing it from the lock. We took everything out of our suitcases, my purse, checked pants pockets - nothing. Had it fallen in the hallway and the kids picked it up? Or was something else going on? I called down to the front desk and they had a second key for the room so he said we could just shut the door and it would lock behind us.

First we went to the 3rd floor to get my sister-in-law Jenean. She had a beautiful suite with a small kitchen area and a fireplace. Her bed was so high off the floor, she did not know how she would get into it that night. We said we would come and give her a boost if needed. Then we went to the 4th floor. One of JoEllen's hearing aid patients is a photographer, and he volunteered to come and take pictures at the party. So he was busy snapping away as we all got acquainted in Bruce's suite, which was also very nice and spacious. (Bruce is JoEllen's fiance.) As the hotel allows dogs, JoEllen brought her two King Charles spaniels along. More on them later.

table arrangements

At 6:00 we went downstairs for the party. All of the tables and chairs in the lobby were covered with linens and a pretty floral bouquet was at each table. Jim and I had been asked to sit at a table to hand our name tags, get folks to sign a guest book and ask them to fill out a sheet for the "Roast" portion of the evening. We could not find any of the things we needed for our job, so we just walked around introducing ourselves to people. We did not know anyone who was coming except the immediate family. A small buffet was available, offering fruit, cheese, vegetables with dip, scallops and stuffed mushrooms. Later some beef tips in gravy and some salmon were brought out. For dessert there was a gluten free cake, which was surprisingly good, cookies made by a friend, and lemon bars and brownies made by my mother-in-law, who was unable to attend. Beer, wine, iced tea and lemonade were available as well. Someone showed up with name tags and a marker and took them to each person, so I found the guest book and sent it around to the different tables. Jenean passed out the "roast" sheets. While we were eating an older gentleman gave a presentation on the Lewis and Clark Expedition, complete with animal hides.

Bruce and a couple of friends played some music in the adjoining room, but to be honest it was so loud that I could not sit in there very long. The music was good, but my poor ears just couldn't take the volume. Around 10:00 the toast/roast began. One of Bruce's friends m.c.ed this portion of the evening. He pulled each completed sheet out of a box where he read the name of the person completing the form, how long they had known JoEllen and whether they were going to toast or roast her. Jim's name was called first, and mine was called second. Unreal. It was fun to hear what everyone had to say. JoEllen is universally loved and respected by the people who attended the party. I went up to the room around 11 and Jim followed around 12:30. I understand the post-party carried on until 2:30. I am amazed that we didn't hear anyone in the halls.

Savoy Grill

The next morning we went down to breakfast at 9:00. They provide you with a sheet listing all the menu choices and you are allowed to choose 4 or 5 items from the menu and indicate what time you want your meal to be ready. The offerings were interesting in that you could get eggs, pancakes and assorted breakfast meats like normal. Or you could get pork, fish, veal or beef cooked a variety of ways. Juice, coffee, tea and cinnamon rolls were also provided. Jenean joined us and the staff showed us to a table in a small dining room. A large table of people from the party was already seated. JoEllen came in later and told us that we were supposed to be in the Savoy Grill, which they had opened just for JoEllen's party guests. She also told us that she was awakened at 6:00 a.m. to the sights and sounds of her two dogs vomiting and having diarrhea all over the room and on the bed. She woke Bruce up in his room and had him take the dogs back to their house. The hotel may ban dogs after this experience.

JoEllen's college friend Laurie asked if we had heard that the hotel was supposedly haunted. I said no, we hadn't heard that. She proceeded to tell us what she had read online about a woman dying in a bathtub (room 505 - we were in room 542) who liked to walk the hallways. It seems she also likes to turn the water on and off and open and shut the shower curtain in room 505. Others had seen a man on the 4th floor who had been a resident at the hotel when they rented out apartments. When we talked to the wait staff, they concurred that ghosts are in the hotel.

Jim and I went back to our room after breakfast to pack up and grab the camera so we could take some pictures of the hotel. As we opened our door to come out we heard a boy coming down the hallway. It sounded as if he was speaking in tongues as you couldn't understand a word he was muttering. When he saw us he gave us a furtive glance and stopped speaking. He proceeded down the hall in a robotic fashion, resumed his strange mutterings and turned the corner into the part of the floor being rehabbed. We hurried down the hall after him to see him disappear around another corner. He was banging on a door and we could here a little girl yelling, "No one is here!" and "You have the wrong room!" A man appeared out of a door at the end of that hallway wearing nothing more than boxers. At that point we scurried back to the staircase. Redrum...In retrospect, we think that members of the staff live in the hotel and that is why we heard the children because we saw others before we finally left that day.

Following checkout we hauled all of JoEllen's gifts and flowers to various cars and went over to the house where she and Bruce live. We got to see her open her gifts, and she had prepared a late lunch for anyone who was still around. I think there were 11 of us there. Bruce then took us to the Lee's Summit train station, which cut about an hour off our trip because it eliminated two stops for us. It was closer to their house than Union Station, so that worked out well. Our train ride home was not as pleasant as the way over. First of all, the little girl sitting in front of us (around 8 years old?) did not shut her mouth even to take a breath. Yak, yak, yak! I put on my head phones and listened to music on my iPad. Jim didn't bring anything along and he finally got so desperate that he borrowed my iPod. I'm sure he truly enjoyed listening to Barry Manilow and Barbra Streisand! After a few more stops the train thinned out a bit so we made a mad dash to the back of the car. Then a guy got on and sat across from us yakking on his cell phone. And then he began to make all kinds of disgusting noises with his nose and throat. It was making me sick to my stomach. So we moved a few more rows back. Is there a website called PeopleofAmtrak.com like the one PeopleofWalmart.com? There should be. Nevertheless we arrived back in Kirkwood right on time at 10:00 and headed for home. What a fast-paced two days!

Oh...and by the way? The first key never turned up. So was it the boy in the hall? Or the lady from room 505? Redrum!