Ini repost dari www.wikimu.com yg sedikit ngebahas tentang resiko olahraga tinju.
Tinju, Olah Raga Beresiko Tinggi
Oleh: Micky Jo
Hampir semua cabang olah raga memiliki resiko cedera yang tinggi, namun olahraga yang langsung kontak dengan tubuh atau menjadikan anggota tubuh sebagai sasaran untuk meraih kemenangan merupakan olah raga yang menyerempet pada cacat seumur hidup bahkan kematian.
Salah satu olah raga keras beresiko tinggi yaitu tinju. Olahraga yang banyak digemari oleh para wanita karena mempertontonkan otot - otot dan kejantanan seorang lelaki...wooooowww... Saya juga suka tuh, apalagi petinjunya macho seperti Mike tyson atau holyfield..hi..hi... Namun dibalik semua ketenaran dan kekekaran otot - ototnya tersebut sudah berapa banyak para petinju yang harus mengakhiri masa - masa jayanya karena cidera. Begitu banyak pukulan kebagian wajah dan kepala membuat para petinju tersebut dihari - hari menggantung sarung tinjunya ternyata harus menjalani perawatan karena menderita penyakit. Sebut saja petinju legendaries Muhammad Ali yang menderita penyakit Parkinson.
Salah satu petinju yang kehilangan nyawanya setelah memenangkan pertandingan adalah Choi Yo-sam petinju profesional asal Korea. Dironde ke-12, Choi terkena pukulan staright kanan lawan dirahangnya. Akibat pukulan tersebut Choi pun ambruk dan pingsan. Setelah mengalami perawatan selama seminggu, Choi akhirnya menghembuskan nafas terakhir. Walaupun telah tiada namun Choi tetap ingin berbuat kebajikan dengan cara mendonorkan lever, ginjal dan kornea untuk enam orang yang membutuhkan. Selamat jalan bung CHOI...
Dunia olah raga tinju memang keras, walaupun sudah menggunakan perlindungan dibeberapa bagian tubuh yang vital namun pukulan, benturan pada bagian - bagian vital tersebut dapat menimbulkan efek samping yang dapat membahayakan jiwa...mungkin tidak saat ini..namun bisa jadi diusia yang telah tua...hal tersebut dirasakan.
Bukannya menakut - nakuti loh...namun bila anda ingin menggeluti dunia olahraga tinju, anda tetap harus memperhatikan dan memberikan perlindungan pada bagian tubuh yang selalu menjadi sasaran empuk ( kepala ). ARTInya..jangan sampai kena pukulan..straight kanan..straight kiri...^_^
Link berita: http://www.wikimu.com/News/DisplayNews.aspx?id=5657
Sabtu, 16 April 2011
Jumat, 15 April 2011
Boxing in My View
This afternoon I saw a commercial ad of boxing match on tv. That commercial made me ask myself "don't we do sports to train and make our body strong and healthy?". Yes we can see the athletes are a strong guy. But how does it feel? being hit by other and hitting other people? is that sport? is that what we call the true masculinity? I guess not. I think this is not the right "thing" of sport.
Yet it is ironic to see how people love and willing to pay, to watch other people hurting and paralyzing each other. I wonder what they feel when they see it. We can see sometimes boxers get bruised and bloody face after the match and the crowd yelled to show expression and give support. (I appreciate them for supporting the champion, but I'm sure they don't want that bloody face in their faces). So, I think doing this kind of sport is no more than hurting ourselves.
Maybe some of you get the same thought as me about boxing. I just hope there will be another better sport to do, beside fighting each other.
Yet it is ironic to see how people love and willing to pay, to watch other people hurting and paralyzing each other. I wonder what they feel when they see it. We can see sometimes boxers get bruised and bloody face after the match and the crowd yelled to show expression and give support. (I appreciate them for supporting the champion, but I'm sure they don't want that bloody face in their faces). So, I think doing this kind of sport is no more than hurting ourselves.
Maybe some of you get the same thought as me about boxing. I just hope there will be another better sport to do, beside fighting each other.
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Selasa, 12 April 2011
Graduation Photo
This afternoon, Hani my high school friend gave me this photo. The photo of our graduation day.
This photo's taken in June 23rd 2010. But unfortunately not all of the classmates joined this photo session. So just twenty eight of us. Miss you all guys! for sure!
FYI : For almost a year, and Hani just gave me the photo this afternoon -_- great job Han, hahahaha! by the way thanks for the photo! (Hani seats next to me in the photo).
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| AKHIRNYA LULUUUUSS!! |
This photo's taken in June 23rd 2010. But unfortunately not all of the classmates joined this photo session. So just twenty eight of us. Miss you all guys! for sure!
FYI : For almost a year, and Hani just gave me the photo this afternoon -_- great job Han, hahahaha! by the way thanks for the photo! (Hani seats next to me in the photo).
Sigh!
Yesterday, was such an exhausting day (at least for some hours). I lost my car key just a few minutes before I left home for campus! the hell for that moment, it happened at the day of my grammar mid-term!
It was 11.45 when I picked my bag and other stuffs out of my room, and ready to go. Turned off the computer, checked all the doors, prepared the money and so on before I left. On the next second, I realized I hadn't brought my car key. I forgot where the last time I put my car key! At first I tried to calm down when searching for my key, but when the clock showed it's five minutes more to twelve o' clock, my body started sweaty! (you can imagine -_-)
I was alone at home. My parents were going to hospital, and my bro was in campus. I still couldn't find where the heck my car key is. I texted my mom, and called my bro, asking for it, perhaps they knew. Unfortunately none of them knew where the key is. My brother even asked me back, "it should be on you, so how now?!"
DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!! The mid-test would start at 12.30! and I was still at home! SO HOW NOW! the half-sweaty and miserable me kept search for it, then my cellphone rang. It's mom. "De, have you found it?" "no, still searching". Then I remembered the spare key.
"mom, where did you put the spare key?"
"I'm not sure, but it should be in one of the drawers in my bedroom."
"which drawer??"
"how about the one beside the make up box?"
"no"
"try the others..as I remember I put it in a red box."
There are so many drawers and boxes in my mom's room. But finally I got it! (thank you mom!)
I rushed my car to reach campus as soon as possible, as fast as I could, because it was 12.16 already. I was about entering the main road, and found out there was a traffic jam. Actually it wasn't a really bad traffic jam, the cars were still moved slowly and occasionally moved as usual. (but for that moment, it feels like hell). I entered the Buah Batu highway, the speed of my car was 120km/hr (pretty cool huh hehe). My heart was beating so fast, I was so worried about the mid-test. But thanks God those MJ's songs gave a little peace to my worry, so I could make my inhale and exhale slowly in a while.
Arrived at campus. Brought my bag out, wiped my sweat, and ran to the B building. I went upstairs to the third floor. I just reached the third floor, which is the last floor of the building, and this sentence came to my mind "THE TEST IS AT C3.01 ROOM! WHICH IS LOCATED IN C BUILDING!" I was wrong so I had to ran downstairs again and ran to the C building. And of course I had to ran upstairs again to reach the third floor of the building. What a miserable thing!
So finally yeah I arrived at the right room. I walked in, and took a seat. The test had just started for ten minutes. Alhamdulillah I still could join and do the test well (with a sweaty body and oily face of course). The test was pretty easy (sure?) the lecturer was so kind (haha), and I still could use my clear mind in doing the test. So thanks God for giving me this extraordinary experience, but pleeeeeease never give me this kind of thing anymore.
It was 11.45 when I picked my bag and other stuffs out of my room, and ready to go. Turned off the computer, checked all the doors, prepared the money and so on before I left. On the next second, I realized I hadn't brought my car key. I forgot where the last time I put my car key! At first I tried to calm down when searching for my key, but when the clock showed it's five minutes more to twelve o' clock, my body started sweaty! (you can imagine -_-)
I was alone at home. My parents were going to hospital, and my bro was in campus. I still couldn't find where the heck my car key is. I texted my mom, and called my bro, asking for it, perhaps they knew. Unfortunately none of them knew where the key is. My brother even asked me back, "it should be on you, so how now?!"
DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!! The mid-test would start at 12.30! and I was still at home! SO HOW NOW! the half-sweaty and miserable me kept search for it, then my cellphone rang. It's mom. "De, have you found it?" "no, still searching". Then I remembered the spare key.
"mom, where did you put the spare key?"
"I'm not sure, but it should be in one of the drawers in my bedroom."
"which drawer??"
"how about the one beside the make up box?"
"no"
"try the others..as I remember I put it in a red box."
There are so many drawers and boxes in my mom's room. But finally I got it! (thank you mom!)
I rushed my car to reach campus as soon as possible, as fast as I could, because it was 12.16 already. I was about entering the main road, and found out there was a traffic jam. Actually it wasn't a really bad traffic jam, the cars were still moved slowly and occasionally moved as usual. (but for that moment, it feels like hell). I entered the Buah Batu highway, the speed of my car was 120km/hr (pretty cool huh hehe). My heart was beating so fast, I was so worried about the mid-test. But thanks God those MJ's songs gave a little peace to my worry, so I could make my inhale and exhale slowly in a while.
Arrived at campus. Brought my bag out, wiped my sweat, and ran to the B building. I went upstairs to the third floor. I just reached the third floor, which is the last floor of the building, and this sentence came to my mind "THE TEST IS AT C3.01 ROOM! WHICH IS LOCATED IN C BUILDING!" I was wrong so I had to ran downstairs again and ran to the C building. And of course I had to ran upstairs again to reach the third floor of the building. What a miserable thing!
So finally yeah I arrived at the right room. I walked in, and took a seat. The test had just started for ten minutes. Alhamdulillah I still could join and do the test well (with a sweaty body and oily face of course). The test was pretty easy (sure?) the lecturer was so kind (haha), and I still could use my clear mind in doing the test. So thanks God for giving me this extraordinary experience, but pleeeeeease never give me this kind of thing anymore.
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