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I'm home
I need to do laundry and I have no time to do laundry. Argh. I mean I could technically do it now but my neighbors would probably actually bother talking to me to tell me it's too noisy and not to do it at night. Or more likely they'd call the police or the landlady or something and tell THEM to tell me.
Anyway, got up this morning, packed, etc, checked out of the hotel. Walked to Sapporo Station and found coin lockers and put my big bag in there, and then went off to the Sapporo Dome. I wore my new black Darvish t-shirt instead of my green Hichori t-shirt and it turns out today was some kinda Hichori day and I feel really dumb. The giveaway at the gate was a big paper origami thing to fold into a green Hichori #1 hat. I saved mine and didn't fold it, I think I'll try to bring it to Yakiniku Erika and give it to Hichori's parents.
I was sitting in the infield and the people didn't talk to me at ALL. Not even a curiosity, or commenting on "wow you can write kanji," but NOTHING. Bleh. So my conclusion is that really, the outfield is the way to go at Sapporo Dome. It really is the Brotherhood of Cheering.
The Fighters got their asses kicked by Masahiro Tanaka, the starter for the Eagles, and I kind of expected that to happen, and so did a lot of other people apparently -- the FIGHTERS fans were cheering him during his hero interview, because he became a famous high school baseball star playing for a Hokkaido team, and was a Fighters fan in high school even, so he's still popular up here, even when he beats the Fighters.
I got out of the stadium area as quickly as possible, which is to say, it took me maybe an hour total to get back downtown, maybe a little less. I found Ramen Alley and wandered through it, and chose a shop based on the fact that it had the most interesting-looking autograph squares to go through while waiting for food. (They had a few baseball ones that were interesting.) I talked to the proprietors a little bit. It's odd how EVERYONE in Sapporo tells me I'm really good at Japanese, when I know I'm really not. I guess there aren't a lot of foreigners there, maybe. But actually, anyway, the food wasn't THAT great. I had miso ramen and in all honesty, the ramen at Ohtori's down the street from me is just as good.
And then I went back to Sapporo Station, got my bag, (stopped in the Fighters Station store and did NOT buy the "Chori" wristbands -- I mean, it was cool that they were selling the exact model of wristband that Hichori wears, BUT they cost 4200 yen -- there's just no WAY I'd buy that. sheesh) got on a train to the airport, got through security, got on a plane, came back to Tokyo, etc. Only whoops is not stopping for omiyage outside security, because the shop INSIDE security was out of Shiroi Koibito cookies. Whoops. So instead I got these chocolate brick cookies instead.
I'm really exhausted and should sleep.
Tomorrow Seibu, Tuesday Yokohama. Wednesday is my birthday, and I have work, and no birthday plan. I suck.
Anyway, got up this morning, packed, etc, checked out of the hotel. Walked to Sapporo Station and found coin lockers and put my big bag in there, and then went off to the Sapporo Dome. I wore my new black Darvish t-shirt instead of my green Hichori t-shirt and it turns out today was some kinda Hichori day and I feel really dumb. The giveaway at the gate was a big paper origami thing to fold into a green Hichori #1 hat. I saved mine and didn't fold it, I think I'll try to bring it to Yakiniku Erika and give it to Hichori's parents.
I was sitting in the infield and the people didn't talk to me at ALL. Not even a curiosity, or commenting on "wow you can write kanji," but NOTHING. Bleh. So my conclusion is that really, the outfield is the way to go at Sapporo Dome. It really is the Brotherhood of Cheering.
The Fighters got their asses kicked by Masahiro Tanaka, the starter for the Eagles, and I kind of expected that to happen, and so did a lot of other people apparently -- the FIGHTERS fans were cheering him during his hero interview, because he became a famous high school baseball star playing for a Hokkaido team, and was a Fighters fan in high school even, so he's still popular up here, even when he beats the Fighters.
I got out of the stadium area as quickly as possible, which is to say, it took me maybe an hour total to get back downtown, maybe a little less. I found Ramen Alley and wandered through it, and chose a shop based on the fact that it had the most interesting-looking autograph squares to go through while waiting for food. (They had a few baseball ones that were interesting.) I talked to the proprietors a little bit. It's odd how EVERYONE in Sapporo tells me I'm really good at Japanese, when I know I'm really not. I guess there aren't a lot of foreigners there, maybe. But actually, anyway, the food wasn't THAT great. I had miso ramen and in all honesty, the ramen at Ohtori's down the street from me is just as good.
And then I went back to Sapporo Station, got my bag, (stopped in the Fighters Station store and did NOT buy the "Chori" wristbands -- I mean, it was cool that they were selling the exact model of wristband that Hichori wears, BUT they cost 4200 yen -- there's just no WAY I'd buy that. sheesh) got on a train to the airport, got through security, got on a plane, came back to Tokyo, etc. Only whoops is not stopping for omiyage outside security, because the shop INSIDE security was out of Shiroi Koibito cookies. Whoops. So instead I got these chocolate brick cookies instead.
I'm really exhausted and should sleep.
Tomorrow Seibu, Tuesday Yokohama. Wednesday is my birthday, and I have work, and no birthday plan. I suck.