Sumo Wrestling
I love Sumo wrestling. Or at least I think I do. Perhaps it is the only sport where I don’t feel I have to hold in my stomach sitting there. Watching those mountains of flesh-men grapple with each other makes my heart beat hard. But women are not to enter or touch the sand of the ring. There is such history around this sport, and such a deep tradition. The fact that they gorge themselves with a purpose makes my heart sing. How wonderful that you can eat and eat without any concern for weight or fashion!
And, did you know that those belts they wear can cost a million yen? Or so I have read. I have also read that Sumo Wrestlers are some of the most humble and gentle of men. Here, have another bowl of rice.
Mountains of flesh pound
A ring of sandy earth
Cunning and strength vie.
Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2018
Tags: Haibun, Japan, Sumo wrestling
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August 8, 2018 at 4:22 pm
Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #6: Jane Kohurt-Bartels’ latest #haibun!
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August 8, 2018 at 4:57 pm
Thank you, Frank! I love Sumo!
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August 8, 2018 at 4:57 pm
My pleasure, Jane! 😇 I can see that! 😆
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August 8, 2018 at 5:00 pm
Too bad that Women Sumo isn’t allowed. At least there are women Sumo wrestlers that band together to carry on the sport. It’s also interesting that because of the weight and diet of wrestlers, they (men) have a life extensity of 10 years less than the average Japanese man.
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August 8, 2018 at 5:03 pm
Makes sense. The strain on their cardio-vascular system alone…
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August 8, 2018 at 6:35 pm
I met and thinking I was a smart ass (I was in karate) wrestled with a Japanese man who happened to be a Sumo Wrestler. I am very small and he picked me up and whirled me around , head over heels like a pinwheel. LOL! This was 50 years ago. He was a sweet, gentle lamb. I learned not to pull the whiskers of a lion.
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