A dozen questions or so with few answers
Question: Whos the most photographed person in the world? The President? The Pope? A rock star, movie star? Nope!
The envelope, please. . and the answer is: Any Japanese athlete who has decided to come to America to play baseball.
Im serious. Have you ever seen a game where an Asian ballplayer is involved? Theres always a throng of Japanese photographers near the field snapping photos with the fervor of proud parents at a nursery school graduation. Its as if Bigfoot and Elvis just landed in a UFO. Every twitch, every breath and every move the targeted player makes is picture-snapped and frozen in time. A spectacle so amusing that the television cameras regularly show the groups inordinate passion to the viewing audience.
My point (in the form of several rhetorical questions) is: How many pictures do you need of one person? How many shots does ALL of media need of a Japanese player - Hung Won Hi, for example - delivering a pitch to the plate? Even though its obvious there is a demand for the shots, its virtually impossible that the newspapers, magazines and/or whatever outlets there are, could possibly use or have that much space to publish such a voluminous supply of, basically, redundant photographs. Could they? (And why?)
And just as peculiar is the 2 foot-long telephoto lenses on the cameras.
Have you ever seen these things? These optic ginkuses are as invasive as an x-ray machine and could read the fine-print on a congressmans benefit package if it was on the moon. Whats up with that?
The players arent THAT far away. Are we counting nose hairs here?
I mean, cmon man, I know the Japanese love their baseball; I love cupcakes probably just as much, but I sure as hell dont need 30,000 pictures of the blasted things.
In the U.S – and other countries – there are such things as a file-photos of well-known individuals.
These photographs are kept on file for expeditious purposes and used when a story about said individual necessitates such. But its as if its the other way around in Japan. The picture IS the story there - and the information accompanying it is incidental schlock used for identification purposes only. Frankly, Scarlett, Im baffled!
If a picture is worth a thousands words, then a thousand pictures has to be a little too talkative. Im just sayin.
Continuing on with sports: I went golfing for the first time this past Saturday. Thats all you need to know. There is absolutely nothing humorous about my game.
The best drive I had all day was on the way home; the agony was over. It took me about a dozen golf shots before I had a rider. No! I dont mean a birdie. A rider is a shot far enough away that you can get into the cart and drive to your ball.
They say that relaxation is important to better play - and counting silently helps achieve that.
The intent being: it focuses your mind on something other than your present situation. It didnt work for me. It reminded me of how many shots I had on each hole.
My playing partners Buck, Dick and Neal were patient. They had to be, I was their ride home. Im not saying I slowed our foursome down but to exacerbate my embarrassment we had to let 3 groups play through that had tee times the day after ours.
A couple more outings like that and Im going to take up a new hobby. Something less intense. Im thinking about buying a camera with a telephoto lens. I heard that counting nose hairs is supposed to be relaxing.
And thats the way it looks from the Valley.