O Sumo!

We went to watch a Sumo tournament last month and my phone camera did a terrible job, so many thanks to Adam Aalders for the photos!

Useful vocabulary, refer to at any time:

rikishi--sumo wrestler
yokozuna--grand champion
ozeki--champion
dohyo--circle where the matches are fought
gyoji--referee
mawashi--loincloth--made of silk, 10 yards by 2 feet, folded in six, then wrapped four to seven times around the waist, depending on the size of the rikishi.




Sumo is held six times a year, three in Tokyo at the Kokugikan.  This was painted on the outside wall.

Cute story--the admin. assistants in the office, who are two darling Japanese girls Emi and Yayoi e-mailed me ahead of time to let me know that it would be best to bring our "opera grass" as our seats were really distant from the dohyo.  We didn't have any, so we borrowed from them.  There were four couples and probably 10 other people who went and only one pair of "opera grass" to share.  We passed the binoculars around until it came to Carey Aalders who refrained, saying she didn't want to see any closer.  Don't blame her considering the rikishi wear only mawashi, but it was really exciting to watch once you get past the uniform.

This is the dohyo.   It is a ring with buried straw bags which mark the different parts.  It is 18 feet square and 2 feet high, made of clay.  The inner circle is 15 ft. in diameter and to win a sumo match, you either push your opponent out of the ring, or cause him to fall inside the dohyo.  There are other rules, but you get the idea. There is a roof resembling a Shinto shrine suspended from cables.  This is a centuries old sport..more than 500 years.

So, we got there when the lower levels had finished, there are actually five levels even though your vocabulary list has only two.  We watched the Ozeki and were surprised to see at least three foreigners--you obviously could tell by their faces, but their hairy backs and legs were a dead giveaway (I would have passed on looking through the opera grass on those).  Can you spot the foreigners below?  The palest rikishi in blue and the hairiest one with his hairy back to us.  There are only two Yokozuna, a Japanese named Kotoshogiku and a Mongolian named Hakuho.

So, a few highlights:

This was the beginning "parade" of the Ozeki.  See the gyoji in the middle?  

 One of the traditions is to purify yourself before the beginning of the match by washing your mouth and wiping your body.  Throwing salt is said to purify the ring and keep the rikishi from injury.

Here is where they are ready to begin.  This part can take much longer that the match itself and they squat and stand and so forth.  Some people like this part better than the actual wrestle.

 The rikishi wearing black obviously won by throwing down his opponent.

This is a photo of the two Yokozuna before their matches.  They are wearing special rope and paper set aside for grand champions only.  The gyoji is in blue and I have no idea what the rikishi to his left is there for.  The Japanese Yokozuna is in red and the Mongolian is in grey.  Hawaii friends will remember at least three Hawaiian sumos--Konishiki and Akebono come to mind.  These two last matches were of course the highlight of the day.  

The Japanese Yokozuna from top to bottom, throwing salt, almost forcing his opponent out of the ring and finally losing from being thrown down.  Take note that the spectators are sitting on cushions on the floor.  The cushions nearest the dohyo are green, but go back and look at the Ozeki parade and you will see scarlet cushions at the next level.  When Kotoshogiku lost, the people watching were so upset, they threw their cushions in protest.  For a full minute, scarlet cushions were flying into the dohyo.

This picture only shows a few , but you can see people getting ready to throw.  It was wonderful!  I remember throwing flour tortillas at a BYU football game as a student, not quite the same.

So, what a cultural experience, loved it!  We look forward to the next bout at the beginning of 2014--we will be there!

Our cultural experience was not quite over after the match as the men from the office wanted to see how the gaijins did with traditional Sumo food.

 See how fresh this sashimi is?  You have no idea.  Even though most of the flesh was cut away, this skewered fish was still moving and twitching when it came to our table.  The women at the table couldn't get past this fact and passed on eating it.

 This sashimi we could handle.

This is called Chanko and it is meat and fish balls, vegetables cooked in a broth.  Hmmm.  I wouldn't recommend it, thus I have decided against sumo as a career choice.  It was a night for Shokugo Ramen (see post two or three ago).  Our neighbors, the Ringwoods went to McDonald's after.  

Fabulous night!