Opening Day Wa

("Wa" is a Japanese term meaning "unity and team spirit.")

What a way to start the season! I officially lost my voice when
Brandon Moss hit that game-tying home run in the top of the ninth
inning off of Oakland’s ace reliever, Huston Street. How about that —
a rookie gets an unexpected start on Opening Day and makes it his best Major League game of his (short) career. Awesome.

(To see more photos from Opening Day, visit my other blog, Crawdaddy Cove).

Some observations about the fan experience:

1. I was very surprised at the relatively modest applause that

Matsuzaka received at the beginning of the game. (When I say
"relative," I mean relative to the kind of cheer that even someone like Dave Roberts
or Doug Mirabelli would receive upon returning to Fenway Park.) I
expected the noise and excitement level to be so high, Tokyo Dome’s
roof would blow off. Not even close. The fans’ applause was certainly
enthusiastic, but definitely not memorable.

2. Once again, I was sort of unnerved by the total silence between pitches in the
first through third innings. Each pitch felt like (and sounded like) a
serve at Wimbledon. All of us in the Red Sox Nation section half-expected
an usher to kick us out when we cheered loudly for Youk, or Lowell, or
whomever. But the place erupted when Okajima took the mound in the
ninth, and the Dome stayed loud after that (by "loud," I mean "Fenway loud").

3. The Japanese fans at Tokyo Dome were eager to celebrate with the
fans from the U.S. during and after the game. They came over in waves
to give us high-fives.
While spontaneous, it was a very welcoming gesture and an exhilarating cross-cultural experience for all involved.

4. You gotta love that after Manny was presented with the MVP Award
(post-game ceremony), Hideki Okajima was presented with the "Fighting
Spirit Award." I read in Robert Whiting’s superb book on Japanese
baseball, You Gotta Have Wa, that "the emphasis on making the effort is so strong in Japan that how hard a man tries is considered by many to be the ultimate measure of his worth. Results are almost secondary." 

5. After seeing the variety of Red Sox players’ names and
numbers on
the backs of Japanese fans’ t-shirts, I do not buy into the idea that
Japanese fans are only fans of the Red Sox because of Matsuzaka and
Okajima or because we won two World Series. Yes, Daisuke’s and Okie’s shirts are popular, but
equally popular are Ortiz and Ramirez shirts. And I saw several
Garciaparra shirts and Clemens (Red Sox) shirts. Being a huge Nomar fan
myself, I went up to all those Japanese fans wearing #5 and we had little five-second Nomar parties. ("Nomaaaaaaar!")

6. And finally, if I were Hank Steinbrenner, I’d be very worried about falling way behind in the global
competition for fans. He can call Red Sox Nation whatever he wants to
call it, but it doesn’t change the facts. The Red Sox have become an
irresistible international sports
franchise whose popularity transcends the particular names on the
roster, and little children around the globe are growing up chanting "Let’s Go Red Sox!" before the word Yankees
is even on their radar screen. Certainly Japan, as these photos show,
is squarely in the center of Red Sox Nation (although I did see one
bold Yankees fan, who politely allowed me to photograph him for this
blog… and there were some A’s fans too….. so in the spirit of
journalistic integrity, I’ve included those photos over at Crawdaddy Cove).