Ozumo bout

Grand Sumo Tournament
I went to see Sumo yesterday for the first time in maybe 30 years. I like sumo and basically follow 15-day battle every Basho or season but only on TV. It is enjoyable enough especially when watched in a big, high-definition TV screen, which I thought made us feel as though we were watching the bouts sitting at Sunakaburi or ring side. I was totally wrong. Watching a real fight was totally different. It was so exciting. It was so real of course to see the skins of wrestlers gradually turned pink as their grand bodies were being charged up with adrenaline for the impending fight. Now I understand that watching it on TV is like watching a man broken hearted in a movie. It's very much different from when you yourself got broken-hearted in your real life. The stadium was filled with cheers, sighs, elation, disappointment and sometimes anger of spectators. Sharing those feelings with a crowd and getting lost in kind of "group emotion" is the last thing we can expect from watching TV.
Come to think of it I am pretty much aware that people these days tend to live like watching sumo on TV. We inadvertently become satisfied with a substitute for a real thing. I myself is a good case in point.
The picture was taken in Zurich, Switzerland. The boy was kind enough to offer me a candy.