An old proverb is coming true for me. At least from a sports perspective.

With the coronavirus pandemic spreading, many doors in the athletic wing of the “Twilight Zone”-style funhouse that constitutes my life are closed and have ginormous signs on them reading, “Do Not Enter, Under Quarantine” – for now.

Pickleball at the Richmond City Hall gym is on indefinite hiatus. A walking soccer group I am working to establish in Independence cannot stage a meetand-greet, let alone play pickup sessions.

And though Shirkey Golf Course in Richmond and the Excelsior Springs Golf Course are open, playing a round of golf seems off limits until the social distancing restrictions are eased so I can take more lessons with my local golf guru/former neighbor, Billy Cringan.

But as the proverb states, “When one door closes, another opens.”

Indeed, some sports-related doors have opened to me in what I classified as objective, non-athletic games in a 2019 column. Others call them “mind sports.”

Mind sports, as de…