These are words I never thought I would write: My daughter Danielle won her boxing match with a TKO.
That’s technical knockout. Meaning the referee stopped the fight to prevent injury to her opponent.
If you open the link to the photo gallery, mine is the one in the Carolina blue, light brown pony tail flying.
I'm dealing with a lot of emotions.
Yes, I’m a proud daddy.
But, you know, that’s my baby girl, and you know, always will be. No matter how big she gets or how many people she knocks down to the canvas.
I’m all for equality in sports, but I’m not sure I like the notion of girls boxing. At least not my girl; I’m still not over the shock of opening the “I made the team!” e-mail with a photo of my little girl surrounded by a bunch of hairy guys in University of North Carolina boxing uniforms.
And I don't want to her a lot talk that I'm being sexist. I already know that. It's my daughter.
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