Sports and the "Unimportant": The Blood in Sports

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It keeps running in the arteries and veins.

It keeps cycling our body every second, making sure our bodies get nourishment.

It works damn hard. It works harder than any of us. Also, it does not get holidays like we do. It does not even have the right to die. It's treated like a slave. What is more important is it gets this treatment despite being essential to us.

Blood is something that keeps us going all day long. It goes on a track where it has to keep on racing with itself. It does not even know how many laps or how many laps it has to complete.

Think about it. Does the blood not feel tired. Think about those white blood cells (WBC) and red blood cells (RBC) which are so tiny, but still have to work very hard to sustain us.

For all this we give the blood just a moment of an absolute sensation. When it gets purified with oxygen every time we breathe in. This is what makes the deal fair. You complete each cycle and you get a molecule of O.

But when did we humans started playing fair?

So many times we just see don't take care and we let the blood flow out. We let it clot and then rot.

And when we are talking about injuries, sports ought to come in.

Each and every time when we see injuries and blood on the playing field, all we think of is when will the player become fine again. Who care about the blood cells that just dies? We all think of it as something ugly.

We forget how it has served us so well. We think it's the blood that is responsible for the seriousness of the situation. We start looking at the life maintaining angel as a bad omen.

So first, we rob the blood of it's only pleasure (getting oxygenated) and then we give it a bad name.

I agree that sports is full of injuries, but can't we think of those moles and moles of blood molecules that flow out. 

Well done human race.

Not once has someone cried for it when it died. Not once has a grave been built for it. But, still it serves us in the hope that we will learn. But little does it know about humans. We never learn.

PS. After reading this, if we still have some good left in us, we will cry for each drop of the red liquid. We will spend nights mourning for it after it died in those car crashes, punches to the human, after a cricket or a baseball ball broke a nose etc.

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