The sporting part of the day wasn't very bragworthy for our neighbourhood. Out of about 18 districts we came 16th in the volleyball, 16th in i-go ball and 8th in mallet golf.
What on earth is she talking about? you ask. Well, thanks to K the super journo I have pictures!
I-go ball. It's played on a grid of felt with dips and hills. You use a croquet mallet to heft balls down the mat and onto the board. Five in a row wins, the more in a row the better.
Mallet golf is like mini golf only you play with croquet mallets. this sport is taken very seriously here. Our neighbourhood's team was made up of people who already belong to mallet golf teams. There was a nine hole game and an 18 hole game and the men took their own mallets down there to boot.
One bound volleyball is 5-a-side volleyball with a big triangular pink beach ball. The all has to be touched by three different members of the team before it is passed back over the net.
That's me in the red pants. I was all excited that finally K was behind the camera and there'd be some pictures of me but nope. That's it.
I lie. There was another one of us practising before the game.
Oh and two of us boring before the game but I'll save you from that excitement. K is not really known as a fabulous photographer anyway (doesn't like the zoom button) but he was purposely going for long hots so as to not embarrass anyone too much when he uses their picture in the neighbourhood newsletter.
Despite the pretty poor placings we came back to the community centre for a three hour feast of fried everything, masses of cucumbers, soy beans, tomato slices, tofu and junk food galore. All washed down with copious amounts of beer, sake and shochu at the men's table and tea, orange juice and grape fanta at the women and children's table. And never the twain shall meet!
There was a bit of karaoke singalong after all that food and it seems songs concerning all things Nagano aid digestion...
And that was another Summer sport's day come and gone. Ever onward and looking to the next one.
We do much better at the Autumn Sport's Day's anyway...