20 November 2003


Well, well, well.

Sumo wrestling was better than everything. I don't think I can accurately describe how cool it is. You all think Sumo is just two fat, sweaty, naked men grabbing each other, right? Well, you're wrong, very, very wrong. I mean, that's part of it, but let me tell you, there is so, so much more. My boy Toki won so I was pretty happy. I stood up and yelled for him and I think it helped. The Grand champion (Asas-something or the other) also kicked the crap out of some guy making his tournament record 10-1. He's tied for first and I'm pretty happy about that. Toki is 7-4 I think. Anyway, we were pretty high up in the stands, but we could see okay and I yelled pretty loudly when I could read the name of the wrestler in Romanji. If you have any questions, I've learned a lot in the last couple of weeks. DK and I may be going down on Saturday to see if the Grand Champion is going to clean up again. It was really cool.

This is my boy, Toki, by the way. Note the sideburns that are bigger than Vermont and Kentucky stuck together.

Musashimaru was the number one wrestler who just retired on Sunday. He was in Fukuoka, but lost and retired before we went. He's Hawaiian and fatter than the fattest thing I have ever seen.

When I get the internet at the apartment, I'll post my own pictures.

Other than that, there's not that much to mention. I mean, can you beat sumo? You can't, honestly, you can't.

Today's meaningless Japanese-English phrase: Do you know to mean STAND?! (appearing on a sweatshirt)