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Back to being a kid again

When I was younger, badminton was a big part of my life. My father was a badminton coach, my brother was a big time badminton player….me and my sister, we could beat the shit out of grown men when we’re older. Now that we’re old, I don’t think I can beat the shit out of little men. But that’s beside the point. For the first time in a decade or so, we had a badminton gathering….of sorts. We played badminton together as a family…along with my kids and all….in a secluded ulu-ulu place in Damansara Perdana. Only two courts, splendid lighting, if you get my drift. But it was absolutely so fun. After the initial stage of the shuttle hitting the metal, missing shots, diving for shots that you cannot reach unless you move your feet, things got into a swing. I can’t believe my brother can still send a shuttle spearing through the air with his backhand. He didn’t even have to swing, bloody hell. All he had to do was flick his blardie wrist. I would have broken my back and arm to do that…provided I don’t miss the shot first. And believe you me, at his age, my dad can still make me run for my life on court….with my big backside and all. It’s all in the technique. I lost my tech-nique in exchange for ‘tech’. My sis is the same old person…same ol same ol. But she’s better than me now, without the big backside. Josh and Jared were there too…complaining about sweating. And missing shots. I touched a chord in me watching my dad coach my kids in badminton because that’s what he did with us when we were younger. Me and my sister weren’t, like, potential Uber Cub players or anything but we went through the drill along with my brother. So, this time, it really brought back the memories. My dad struggling with the coaching of small kids with badminton. He waking us up at insane hours for jogging and eating half-boiled eggs, Shadow-play that drove us nuts. The likes. Badminton is a huge part of my childhood. The last time I played, it was with a bunch of friends and it was ridiculous….I was ridiculous. I did a Foo-Kok-Keong. But this time, it was so fun and brought back lots of memories. I won’t be kissing the racquet any time soon but if my kids can pick up the sport just for the heck of it, I would be happy enough.


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