As I mentioned before, after I started wearing my Yomiuri Giants hat around Tokyo, people started giving me second looks. The one local I asked said it was simply because people only wore those hats at the games. Later in the trip, I mentioned this to another traveller, who had an alternate theory. She thought I was being mistaken for an actual player. She made a good case–I’m built like a baseball player, there are American players in the league, and am much bigger and in better shape than most Japanese. Still, I considered it unlikely.
Fast forward to Bangkok, where I stayed at a five star Hilton. This was the pool.
Not only was it luxurious in general, but I had privileges at the rooftop lounge, which was limited to people staying on the top few floors. Up there, the employees fawned over you, giving you whatever you wanted to eat or drink while you gazed at a 360 degree view of the city. It was a fancy scene–people from all over, all with an air of wealth. One person I met was Swiss and lived in the hotel in the winter. Men in sharp dress casual, trophy wives dripping in jewelry. In short, it seemed like a place you might even see a famous person. A professional athlete, for example.
Unlike the rest of the crowd, I was sporting my black T-shirt and Giants hat. Technically, this was a violation of the dress code, but nobody seemed to care. As I walked from my table to the food, there was a bit of a stir off to my side. Some people were very excited about something, talking and gesturing. Still, I only noticed it because they were speaking Japanese, and even then, I didn’t realize on a conscious level. Apparently, I had such a good time in Japan that when I heard Japanese, I got excited and looked without thinking about it. It was a mom, a dad, and a boy of about 12, and they were all staring at me. I continued on to the food.
As I loaded up on fresh berries, cheese and wine, I remembered the speculation about people thinking I was a player. And as I walked back, I saw them glaring at me out of the corner of my eye. I gave them a big ‘konnichiwa’ (hello) and they didn’t even try to hide the fact that they were looking at me. They were very giddy, and apparently, they were fans of the rival Hanshin Tigers. I told them that I was at the game when they played each other (which was true!) and headed on my way.
I guess it is possible that they were just thrilled to see another Japanese baseball fan, but that seems unlikely. Not at that level of enthusiasm. If I saw a Washington Nationals hat on the other side of the world, I wouldn’t even look twice.
My only regret is that I did not give them an autograph.