Throw me and I'll go, Coming right back to you.

I'm a sport with a funny name, played with paddles and with a net. What am I that bounces in the game, faster than you might expect?

Hippies signed me, doves deliver me, wars end when I arrive.

I am blue and black, but not bruised. I have a rasp, but can’t speak. I am a straw, but you can’t use me to suck.

I sound like arrow, but that is not what I am. I carry death, kings, cups, and more, to lay out futures foretold. I am a full deck, but not meant for play; if read poorly, you may start to pray.