Precious Baby

You won't believe it, but my daughter has discovered her love for running! It's like she was bitten by the running bug, and there's no stopping her now. Who would've thought that running was hiding in our genes all this while? Well, except for Papa, who was a state runner, but let's not digress. Back when she was just a tiny tot, she was already showing signs of being a speed demon. I remember those diaper days when she waddled faster than a speeding bullet, and my wife and I would chase after her like we were in a race against time. Diaper speedster, they should add that to the Olympics! The first hint of her running prowess came during her kindergarten's fun run event. She had to pass the baton to her friend and, boy, did she turn on the turbo boost. She zipped past her classmates like the Flash on a mission. Unfortunately, her teammates couldn't keep up, and they toddled along like slowcoaches. Ah, kindergarten drama, you gotta love it! But it was in Stan

"Open your eyes, ref!", "Referee kayu !", "That was a foul, ref!" These were the words that involuntarily escaped my mouth as I stood courtside, watching my daughter represent her school in the recent MSSD Petaling Perdana Under-12 Handball tournament. It was her debut in a team sport, and let me tell you, the rollercoaster of emotions was in full swing. With each goal she scored (three in total, to be precise), my pride swelled like an overinflated balloon. But alas, her school's journey came to an end in the group stage, winning one game and losing three.  As the tournament approached, I found myself in an interesting predicament. You see, I knew next to nothing about handball, apart from what I gleaned from sporadic TV viewing, usually during the Olympics. But armed with memories of my father, or as I affectionately call him, Papa, and his tenure as my field hockey coach, I ventured into coaching territory. Hey, sports are sports, right? So, I borro