There’s something magical about
baseball. With the whole world swirling around us, there’s peace in sitting
around a diamond, watching a game that has no time limit, enjoying good
company, and (possibly) drinking a beer.
I grant that I am a product of the
“Kevin Costner, love of the game, a woman will leave you but baseball is
forever, its ok because he still gets the woman” genre of baseball movies.
While sappy and generally long on the Costner soliloquys, Field of Dreams and
Bull Durham helped me fall in love with baseball. On the other side of the
movie spectrum, Major League consummated the relationship.
Having never played in Little League, I
grew up only as a fan. My parents took Shula and me to Single-A Peninsula
Pilot’s Baseball games when they still existed (Shula got a ball once; I’m
still jealous). When they left town, we started driving to Norfolk to go to
Triple-A Norfolk Tides games. So when Shula came to Okinawa last week, it only
seemed fitting for us to see a game at Chatan Stadium – the spring training
home of the Chunichi Dragons (Tom Selleck’s team in Mr. Baseball).
When I moved up to Maryland, I got to
see my beloved Orioles play more often. If you’ve never been, I recommend a
trip to Camden Yards. Nestled in factory Baltimore, the Oriole’s stadium is an
oasis. Chatan Stadium…not so much.
Okinawa is the spring training island
of the Nippon League (Japan’s Professional Baseball League); the Chunichi
Dragons, reigning champions of the Central League (as opposed to Pacific League
– think NL v. AL), use the stadium near “American Village”. For two or three
weeks in February, baseball fever spreads over the island. People come down
from all over Japan to scout the players, get their team paraphernalia signed,
and just go crazy for their favorite teams. Or so I thought.
But, this is Japan – and the stadium
was silent. It was pretty crowded, but you could hear a pin drop. There was
certainly no going crazy.
When they read the starting lineup for
the Away Team (how I ascertained that they were reading the lineups is another
blog post altogether), it was dead quiet. I thought, “Ok, that’s the silent
treatment. At Maryland, we pretend to read the newspaper during this time to
show that we don’t care.” Alright. I can snub the Tokyo Yakult Swallows, too.
But then they switched to the home
team, and there was nothing. Another Japanese gentleman a few rows in front of
me gave a polite golf clap for some of his favorite players – but that was it.
Then the game started up. In the top of
the second inning, the batter hit a line-drive foul ball directly at the
first-base coach. The coach ducked in the knick of time. The stadium went
crazy! A communal gasp, a burst of laughter, murmuring continue for another
full minute before it was dead quiet again.
When either team scored, there was some
polite clapping. When I go to games, I cheer when players on my team get hits,
when there’s an awesome play in the field, or when I think something good
happened for my team but it was actually something bad. That is not the
Japanese way. I scream out “O” near the end of the National Anthem in support
for my Orioles; they didn’t play any of the possible national anthems. I
stretch in the middle of the seventh inning; the Japanese do not.
At some point, everybody started
rooting for one player on the Away Team; every time he caught a ball, stepped
up to bat, or stole a base, they cheered wildly for him. Neither Shula, Leora,
nor I have the slightest clue why (I looked him up on Wikipedia, and he didn’t
even have a page).
Reflecting on the game afterwards,
Leora, Shula and I tried to figure out what the heck was going on in the
stadium. Two theories emerged:
1. As a general rule, Japanese society
demands winning. Second-best is unacceptable; outright losing is worse. To
cause a player to err, to slip, to fail is not civilized.
2. In Japanese society, one must hold
themselves with dignity at all times: screaming obscenities and making
statements about the other team’s 1st baseman’s mother are not
tolerated.
I think it’s probably a little bit of
both.
That said: SS Tetsuya Tani is going to
be making a name for himself this year, 2B Hirosayu Tanaka showed that he has
the speed to lead the league in Triples again, and OF Lastings Milledge rode
the bench. The game was free, the sky was clear, and the beer was Orion (“for
your happy times!”). Happy Spring everyone!
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