Monday, March 29, 2004
What a game.
The cherry blossomed streets to the Tokyo Dome
were filled with fans of both teams.
I was thrilled to be in that number.
The Hanshin Tigers showed the NY Yankees
some real Osaka style hustle,
and kicked the Yankees' butts:
Hanshin Tigers 11, NY Yankees 7.
Some great moves, some great hits-
There was a story and picture in today's Daily Yomiuri
about NY Yankees slugger Tony Clark's homerun.
It was a 159 meter hit that caught the video screen,
blacking out a few bulbs.
He made himself a personal dent in Tokyo!
I love it when this kind of stuff happens...
It takes me back to the kids in the sandlot,
hitting a neighbors window.
As a kid, my neighborhood gang all played ball.
Till it was dark.
All of us kids, girls and boys
played together.
The boys would lend us their mitts
when they were up at bat...
Yesterday's game was a great sign
of future international games-
Although there were a few oddities:
The strike zone, for one.
The Japanese strike zone allows for lower and more inside pitches.
I think this may have thrown the Yankees pitchers off,
as there were four changes made.
The noise.
I'm not talking about an occasional
go, team, go-
This is incessant horn-blowing,
semi rhythmic banging of drums and loud chanting-
kind of defeats the purpose of relaxation, really...
But you can't argue with hits.
The Hanshin Tigers hits consistently went where they weren't.
My friend Hiroshi had field glasses, so I was getting a good look.
I have to admit I like looking at the boys in pinstripes,
I've even changed song lyrics to show it-
There were also some impressive looking guys wearing the Tigers' uniform, too...
I looked at the roster for the Tigers' team, and the shortest guy on the team is 178cm [5'10"] tall.
I wore my NY
cap all the way home,
on the crowded Tokyo trains, to my neighborhood...
How About You?
from my CD of the same name:
I like New York in June,
How about you?
I like a Gershwin tune,
How about you?
I love a fire-side, when a storm is due ...
I like potato chips, moonlight and motor trips,
How about you? ...
I’m mad about good books, can’t get my fill,
And The New York Yankees looks,
they give me a thrill ...
Holdin' hands at the picture show
when all the lights are low,
may not be new, but
I like it, how about you?
Ralph Freed-lyrics
Burton Lane-music
Maybe one day there will be a World Series
that is just that...
Till next time... 'Mela
8:05 PM
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Photo: Michio Yves Ueda
