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
