Broken bones, twisted elbows, bloodied noses and myriad screams and growls are just some of the things I witnessed today. No, not a visit to the arcade to play Mortal Kombat, but rather, my first Judo tournament.

I started practicing Judo last year, mainly as a more exciting form of exercise than a treadmill. Since I just passed my first “exam” and received my yellow belt, I was eligible to compete in the local tournament running this weekend… Aside from having a load of fun (won the silver medal, yeah!) and exhausting myself (fought four matches in about 40-minutes!), it was interesting to see everything in play…

The thing that strikes me most is that there were 150+ kids and adults competing today - literally beating the crap out of each other (not so much in karate-chop style, as Judo involves more throws and grappling). The on-hand medics were quite busy with an injury of some sort occurring nearly every other match. And yet, this is all viewed as healthy good fun, with parents and loved ones cheering on. Not to mention that sports like Judo, Greco-Roman wrestling and boxing are Olympic sports garnering loads of government support and public praise, etc.

However, doing pretty much the same stuff virtually, now that should be banned, regulated, and censored? And the act of pushing buttons and moving a mouse is what “trains” us to be killers? I don’t get it. I guess a lot has been said along these lines in regards to much more popular sports like football and hockey. And, thoughts on sports and their role in society is nicely covered in more general “play” books, like “The Ambiguity of Play” by Brian Sutton-Smith.

But, it is a wonder that parents are sending their kids to do sports that literally train them to be ninjas, while in turn freaking when they see what Ninja Gaiden is all about… As usual, MIT’s Henry Jenkins helps dispel the myths.

As an aside, I played rugby for about half my life. Great sport. But, it came to an end when I broke my leg and double-sprained my ankle while my wife was 8-months pregnant - ya, she wasn’t too pleased about caring for me as well as the impending newborn. Anyway, here is a sport, while elegant in so many ways, it just so freaking brutal. And, the best part is that once the game is over, everyone shakes hands and both teams head to the pub for a drink (with the custom being that you buy a drink for the guy who plays the same position as you from the other team). How gentlemanly.

Here’s a shot of my older brother, Derek, who still plays rugby. It was from a playoff game. He butted heads, creating a four-inch gash on his forehead. He ran to the sideline, wiped the blood off, taped his head and continued playing. And ya, he still bought a drink for the other guy ;-)

Give Blood. Play Rugby.