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On a winter morning Andy and I went to his sports club, Uki Uki, which offers a variety of programs for children.  This has been our typical Sunday since he was two.  There was snow that day and so we played soccer indoors.  His team managed to win one game out of many and my adult team lost them all.  I did, however, avoid a face-plant on the hardwood court, a private victory.  I was moving with unaccustomed speed and caught a toe on the floor.  I became airborne at an angle that guaranteed my head would arrive first, but tucked into a shoulder roll and came up standing – a desperate act executed with surprising agility.  After soccer, we moved on to his swimming lesson, which always makes things better. Lose five games; go swim.

Much later in the day, when he had settled into bed to listen to a story, I remembered that this was his last day as a six-year-old.  This last year had passed with particular speed.  He’d entered elementary school and much of his schedule was already decided.  When he was in daycare he had time, but now the distance between our meetings was longer and it exaggerated his rapid growth.  Pants that were too long one day were above his ankles the next.  He seemed to gain kilos overnight.  Good that we still had his sports club on Sundays.

“Tomorrow you’ll be seven.”

He nodded his head.  He always knew when his birthday would arrive, anticipating each, as he looked ahead to adulthood .  When he turned four he said, “Soon I’ll be able to drive a car.”  I laughed then, but now thought he was right — soon he would be driving.

“We had kind of a rough day playing soccer today” I said. “Did you see me fall?”

He nodded, “Kakuii, daddy, Ultraman mittai.” (You looked cool, like Ultraman.)

I picked up a book and began reading one of  his favorite stories, Dr. Seuss’s “The Big Brag.”  He stopped me and asked about the meaning of “brag” and I used the word “ibatteru” to explain.

“Do you ever do that — brag?”

He shook his head, “Not much, how about you?”

“Often,” I said.

“Honto?”

“Yes, I brag about you.   Andy can play soccer.  Andy can swim.  Andy can ice skate.  Andy can rock climb….It’s OK, isn’t it?  That I’m your biggest fan?”

He nodded yes.

We went back to reading the story and soon he was asleep.  In the morning, he’d be seven and one year closer to driving, but he was already racing toward a distant horizon, somewhere in the future.  I had to recognize the inevitable, that there’d be a time when I was no longer around and our paths would not cross again.  Still, if he had a child as good as mine, one that kept him company and held his hand on occasion, then I knew he would be happy wherever he went.

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Last Sunday, when Hakuho raised the Emperor’s Cup for the 20th time it seemed that sumo had finally reached a turning point.  It has been 18 months since Asashoryu’s comet crashed to earth and two years this week since I nearly pulled Asa into my party in Daikanyama.  Since that time things have gone from bad to worse, to disastrous, as the Japan Sumo Association (JSA) struggled to deal with one scandal after another.  Things are a little better now – Wednesday Kotoshogiku became the first new Japanese Ozeki in four years — and that will  generate some local interest, attracting some fans back to the fold.

But it is a long road to redemption and it is not clear that the JSA can get anywhere close to  it.  While Hakuho has been cleaning up since Asa left ( 8 wins out of 9 tournaments), there are still doubts that the JSA has cleaned house.

Questions surrounding the scandals of the last two years continue to haunt sumo.  Two weeks ago came news of the arrest of the fellow, a former bosozoku gang leader and bar owner, who had been involved in the incident that resulted in Asashoryu’s departure from sumo.  (Former gang members were also involved in incident with Ebizo, the kabuki actor, last November.)  One can’t help but wonder how Asa came to spend a long night drinking with this fellow during the first week of a sumo tournament.  Yet, this is but one of many questions.

Kotoshogiku, the new ozeki, is of the same beya as Kotomitsuki, the ozeki who was kicked out of the JSA in the baseball gambling scandal last spring.  Prosecutors have dropped the charges against Kotomitsuki for a lack of evidence.  Kotomitsuki has since filed suit against the JSA for wrongful dismissal.

And then there is the lingering stench of the yaocho scandal, which was uncovered in cell phone text messages during the baseball gambling investigation.  Some lower-ranked rikishi seemed to be throwing matches in return for cash from higher-ranked wrestlers.  For example, if you were in juryo,  you were making 1 million yen a month, roughly $120,000 US a year, and if you lost that ranking, you would receive less than a tenth of that – a mighty fall.  One way to avoid this would be to a pay lower-ranked wrestler to throw a fight and let you stay in juryo rank a little longer.

This sounds like a tradition that had somehow become twisted; an extreme form of the sempai-kohai (senior-junior) relationship.  In this case, the “take care of me, and I’ll take care of you” became collusion.  The competitors may have rationalized it as a way to spread the wealth around – lower rikishi  got a nice pay day and the higher rikishi stayed in the money.  But this is speculation.

We still have to wonder what these investigations achieved.  The yaocho investigation, which at first seemed broad and far-reaching,  has churned into confusion.  Several rikishi resigned and some were forced out.  Some of  them are suing the JSA.  Three executive board members, Kitanoumi, Chiyonofuji and Kirishima said they would resign from the board after some of their rikishi were implicated.  The spring Tokyo tournament was cancelled and NHK, an institution nearly as archaic and insular as the JSA, suspended live broadcast of the Nagoya tournament.  This had a double impact – loss of media revenue for the JSA and loss of audience, as many viewers undoubtedly moved to something else.

The tournaments also lacked competition.  At times one wondered if the other rikishi were simply waiting for Hakuho to get old, or injured, so that someone else might win a tournament.  With Asa out, Hakuho knows that he really has to excel to quiet the question of “What if Asa were still around?”  His 2010 streak of  63 consecutive wins  spoke very loudly.  But the competition has been made even weaker with expulsions of so many rikishi.

Still, it was inspiring during the dismal days of the 2011 Setsuden Summer to watch Hakuho’s solitary insistence upon excellence.  Another source of inspiration was Kaio’s push toward Chiyonofuji’s all-time wins record of 1,045.  A battle-scarred warhorse, Kaio had won six tournaments, more than some yokozuna, but he had never managed to win consecutively and so never rose to the rank of yokozuna.   After 23 years, he arrived at the Nagoya tournament on the brink of  lasting glory and yet it appeared he might not succeed, as all his injuries all seemed to rise against him.  But win 1,046 finally came and soon after he retired.  The record is small solace for having never made yokozuna, but it is solace all the same.  And even small solace is more than we’ve come to expect from sumo.

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Aneki:

One Last Samba

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She had a biting wit and no time for fools. But if you weren’t a fool, only a little lost, then she’d help you without even the slightest pause to give you an opportunity to thank her.

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Modern Matsuri: Tokyo Marathon 2011

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For a rookie, the start of a big marathon offers all the pleasure of running through Shinjuku at rush hour. It takes 8 minutes, for us to reach Mayor Shintaro Ishihara and the start line. Then the race begins in earnest, with hundreds running to the nearest toilets. My time for the first 100 meters: 18 minutes.

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Undokai: Preschool Athletic Glory

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For kids, I had assumed that sports were mostly about playing; that it was all fun, unlike adults, who seemed to be capable of taking the fun out of anything. Kids sports were recreation — beach volleyball and gunnysack races.

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A Ski to Quandary

November 5, 2010

The plan is to stay away from the group, avoiding whatever awkward conversations that may arise, focusing, rather, on the snow. That’s the plan. It is winter 1992.

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Holiday News: Fishing Boats and Chicken Guts

September 22, 2010

Monday was Respect for the Aged Day here in Japan and, without a doubt, many Japanese did pay tribute to their old folks – if they could find them. But it would have been a dull holiday weekend if that was all that was going on.

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The Most Dominant Athlete You Never Heard Of

September 10, 2010

She’ll never really be famous because Saori Yoshida’s sport is women’s freestyle wrestling (weight class 55 kg). That’s just not going to get her on the cover of Sports Illustrated, or even Sports Graphic Number any time soon.

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Tokyo Marathon: The Gauntlet Thrown Down

August 20, 2010

I applied Monday to participate in the annual promenade known as the Tokyo Marathon. Yes, I, of slow, encumbered gait, have thrown my hat into the ring, cast my gauntlet to the ground, drawn a line in the sand, and all that. And, should I receive confirmed entry, hereby declare that I will not only run in said marathon, but shall finish said marathon.

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Bad Bets: Sumo’s World of Trouble

June 30, 2010

At the heart of the current scandal is a former rikishi with yakuza ties who is suspected of trying to extort more than $1 million US from Kotomitsuki in exchange for keeping quiet about his gambling. Combine that with the common complaint that Kotomitsuki often failed to win big matches and it would be reasonable to wonder if yaocho was involved.

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