I don't want to get court

Gavin, my boss, being ever the man to jump on every and all trends and bandwagons that might be rolling past at any given moment, is trying to arrange a 'Padel Day' for all the management at his Suffolk sites. He, like many men his age, has apparently taken to the sport like a bee to honey and wants to drag as many of us along with him as possible. He did threaten to force us all to rip up part of each holiday centre and put padel courts in, but thankfully we came together as a group and managed to dissuade him from the expense, but our delayed punishment seems to be to have to indulge his whims and play the stupid game with him.  We're trying to put up a united front again and tell him we simply can't spare the time, with the Easter Holidays screaming towards us like a muntjac on the highway, but he seems determined to book it for an evening, which is annoying everyone even further, as we'd have to give up our spare time for this rubbish.
I've never been a fan of this 'forced fun' stuff that companies try to get you all to do together as a workforce; I've always thought the money should just be handed over as a 'thank you' bonus rather than frittered away on some shite activity that 80% of you don't even want to partake in. When you're not happy at work, having to give up yet more of your valuable hours to be with the very people that bring you misery is soul-destroying and makes you even less appreciative of your position. I'm not saying that's what's happening to me in this instance, but I've been through it before and it's put me off this stuff for life.
If you enjoy padel, Dear Gavin, then please play to your hearts content, but please leave me to spend my evenings how I choose. I barely need a manager to tell me how to do my job, I certainly don't need one to tell me how to enjoy myself.

RC 6-3-26