We finally made it to Loopwheeler, Groovisions and BonzaiPaint. High priced design shwag, just as I had suspected. But it wasnt' a complete loss as we got to eat onigiri at our favorite street vendor.
I don't want it to sound like I "get" Sumo now just because I saw it live but....it does make a hell of a lot more sense when you see it in person. Patrick pointed out that, ironically, Sumo is all about subtlety. Hearing the crowd erupt at times you don't expect makes you realize they're all responding to these very subtle gestures the wrestlers make as they're posturing and psyching each other out. It's incredible to see the theatre involved with Sumo. They, bow, throw salt, assume positions 2-4 times before they finally make contact with each other. And there's no best of 3 bullshit. You get one chance. And the crowd always goes for the favorite. Being the underdog sucks. We bought the cheapie tickets and then snuck closer with our bento and beers. It was pretty cool to see. The smaller guys always seemed to win because they were better at redirecting their weight. Lucy had told us that she's addicted to Sumo, which I remember thinking was weird at the time, but having seen it in person, I can understand what she means. I really want to go again. and again and again. I bet Grandpa is jealous!