Some people have emailed to ask whether I’m planning on checking out a baseball game here in Japan. No. I’m not much of a baseball fan at home anymore, so I’m not overly interested. Sheryl, Madeleine and I plan on checking out a sumo match later in our trip.
But coming down from a jetlagged breakfast on the thirty-fourth floor (with those great Japanese eggs that have nearly rust-colored eggs), I ran into these friendly ballplayers in the lobby of my hotel.
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Sumo?
God, I’m really jealous now.
Have fun, Roger. My wife and daughter are in Nara right now with family. Don’t miss a frolick in the park with the deer who run wild there if you go down that way.
Just to let you know, Roger, Mother Sheehan and her sis have left Crawford.
Their mom had a stroke.
Every now and then I stumble across some Sumo coverage on TV. There’s a guy from Mongolia that seems (to my untrained eyes) to be really good. Short and hairy, but gets the job done.