How I'm like Sylvester Stallone despite the fact I'm a housewife in rural America

Sylvester Stallone was in Tokyo this week promoting his new movie. He stopped in at the Ryogoku Kokugikan to watch the September basho--and he loved it. According to the STORY in the Japan Times, the Rocky star was impressed with the simplicity of the sport and the fury of it.

I can't disagree.

But another note--Hakuho, the Mongolian Stallion, has now stretched his winning streak into a stunning 61 wins. Wow! Way to go, Hakuho! Between Hakuho and Baruto, I'd say despite the crud in Nagoya, there's still a bright hope for us fans.

Sumo in Everyday Life

I was eating my green salad and eating my tortilla soup, minding my own business at a restaurant in the desert hills of Prescott, Arizona--a land far, far away from any sumo ring.

Suddenly my eye lighted on a poster there on the wall of the Red Robin, right above the giant poster of the Chicago World's Fair--two sumo wrestlers poised and ready for their tachiai--initial attack, each in the squat, each with a single hand on the ground, ready to spring. Between them on the ground sat some kind of Red Robin food--a burger probably. It should have been the tortilla soup, though. That stuff was killer.

Wow. Sumo--it's where you least expect it.