For all Pickleball friends and people who knew Jacob, If you knew him, you knew pickleball wasn’t just a game to him—it was the joy of trying to beat us. The court was where his humor shined, where friendships grew, and where countless memories were made. Every serve, every rally, every laugh between points now carries his spirit. Jacob’s pickleball forehand misdirection will be deeply missed—I was one of his many victims. But if I could tell him anything now, it would be this: I’d give anything to fall for that misdirection one more time. To shake my head, laugh, and line up for the next point with him right there on the court. I will miss you, my friend, and the random restaurants we’d eat at—like Pho Bo Ne in Pearland—after pickleball. His passing came too soon, and the space he leaves behind is heavy. There are no perfect words for a loss like this—but there is love, and there is support, and there is a community that he touched everywhere he went, whether it was through pickleball, fishing, or flying. This page is here for all of that. For stories. For photos. For laughs through tears. If you loved him, if he made you laugh, if you shared a game, a joke, or a quiet moment—please stay here. Show up. Leave a note. Hold his family in your thoughts and prayers. Let them see how deeply he was loved and how many lives he touched. Jacob’s big smile on the court will be missed. He may be gone from the court, but he will always be part of the game, part of our lives, and part of our hearts. Jacob 0-0-2, my friend…