Back to The City
I’m on a train from Ashikaga headed toward central Tokyo. It’s always a stark, contrasting transition. Leaving the buttermilk whipped clouds, set against pastel skies, overlooking verdant green rice fields, dotted with red tractors and well tanned farmers, beneath their straw hats. Away from those who use bicycles for transportation and back towards those who use bicycles for...
Two Strikes Against Yu Darvish
I’ve seen Darvish pitch in person. The skills are there, and the size is there. Hell, the mystique is even there. But, two things would concern me if I were a scout for a major league club. Firstly, his demeanor and poise as a pitcher. And secondly, the sheer amount of innings and pitches that his Japanese team let’s him throw. These are things that I know the Toronto Blue Jays,...
Yesterday I ended up having lunch in some place that I’m sure no foreigner has ever eaten in before. It was one of those Tokyo joints that are located in the basement level of some generic looking business building. Some building that probably doesn’t even have anyone working in it. A building so generic that it must just be used to hold onto computers from the 1980s. Those ancient...