Sayonara Slam—Chapter
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Chapter One t frst, Mas Arai thought it was a bat boy play- ing some kind of prank. Te fgure on the mound A could not have been much more than fve feet tall. But this wasn’t a neighborhood park. Tis was Dodger Sta- dium, born in 1962 over plowed-down Latino homes and the oldest baseball stadium on the west coast. In two hours, Japan would face archrival South Korea in the 2009 World Baseball Classic. No time for a mischievous youngster to sneak up and pretend he was a baseball senshu. Weren’t the security guards standing on the sidelines going to put a stop to this nonsense? Tere was no doubt about it, Mas’s eyes were bad. Haruo, who Mas would never credit as his best friend, frst nagged him about it. Ten Genessee, whose role in Mas’s life was also unspoken, even though they had been together for fve years, took over. She had fnally driven him to the Costco on her side of town to get a real eye doctor to do a checkup. Mas had resented being forced to recite giant let- ters on a screen and reading minuscule lines on cards. What 12 Sayonara SLAM NAOMI HIRAHARA 13 fool could see those letters, not to mention one who was “Mas. Mas Arai.” nearing eighty years of age? “Lloyd’s father-in-law. You’re a gardener, right?” Genessee had advocated for colorful plastic-framed Mas widened his eyes. He wasn’t used to strangers glasses that Mas had seen young people wearing, but he knowing anything about him before meeting him, and it would have none of that. If he had to wear glasses other made him suspicious. than the readers from his local drugstore, he wasn’t going to “Maybe you can take a look at our Japanese garden go majime, book smart. He’d instead chosen bank-robber someday.” cool—tinted gold wire-rimmed ones that actor Steve Mc- Mas frowned. Maybe his ears weren’t working either. Queen might have worn in the heist movie, Te Getaway. Who ever heard of a Japanese garden in Dodger Stadium? Mas slipped on his glasses now to make sure he was see- “One was dedicated out there past the edge of the park- ing right. Te person on the mound was in uniform, wear- ing lot. You could draw a line from home plate to center- ing a dark blue shirt with “Japan” in red emblazoned across feld and you’ll fnd it out there.” it. Te hair, which stuck out underneath a baseball cap, was Mas took a second look at the white-haired man. He a little long for Mas’s taste, but at least it didn’t look to be wore a light-blue polo shirt with the L.A. Dodgers logo streaked blue or purple. He then blinked hard, once and prominently embroidered on the left-hand side. Maybe this then twice. Sonofagun. Te pitcher was a woman. guy wasn’t fooling around. Maybe he was a big shot. “Tat’s Neko Kawasaki. Plays on the minor leagues in “I work in the front ofce.” Smitty gestured to the upper Hawaii.” Te voice came from behind him. He turned his deck, where enclosed ofces overlooked left feld. “I process head to see an Asian man with a dazzling white head of hair. his and the rest of the checks for the staf. Head grounds- He wore tinted glasses not unlike Mas’s. keeper, a nice promotion for Lloyd.” “Sheezu any good?” Mas asked. As soon as he said it, he It took fve years, but Mas’s son-in-law was fnally mak- knew it was a stupid question. Tis was the pros, and not ing good money. even limited to the United States, so she had to be good. “He told me you’d be helping us. Good at shaving lawn- “She’s a knuckleballer. Not too many of them these days. mower blades, I hear. Dozo yoroshiku,” Smitty added in per- Wakefeld might be one of the last ones. ” Mas knew about fect Japanese. old man Tim Wakefeld, a fortysomething Red Soxer for… Mas widened his eyes. “You knowsu Japanese. You’zu what, close to ffteen years now? Kibei?” “I’m Smitty Takaya.” Te white-haired man extended “I’m an all-American Buddhahead. From Honolulu. his right hand. But I played in Japan for the Flyers, now known as the 14 Sayonara SLAM NAOMI HIRAHARA 15 Nippon-Ham Fighters. Tey were in Tokyo Dome back couldn’t anticipate the trajectory of the pitch and ended up then.” So he was a big shot. Te Japanese Baseball League swinging air. was just getting back on its feet when Mas left Hiroshima “She’s getting them good. Tat knuckleball is tricky. I in 1947. Tis Smitty was lucky to be Flyer instead of a hope these guys will be ready for Jin-Won Kim.” Ham Fighter. But whatever he was, Mas was fully im- Mas drew a blank, and it must have been plenty obvi- pressed. And that rarely occurred, or as his late wife, Chi- ous from the look on his face. zuko, had said, only the possibility of winning a trifecta “He’s a pitcher for the Unicorns,” Smitty explained. would get Mas Arai out of his easy chair on his day of. “Yeah, you heard me right, there’s a Korean team with that “I frst came in to help with international scouting af- name. I guess me being a former Ham Fighter, I shouldn’t ter I retired from playing, but then I was always good with talk. But our fans called us the Fighters, okay?” He glared at numbers, so I slowly moved up the ranks.” A thick gold ring Mas through his tinted eyeglasses, even though Mas had said with “World Champions” shone from his right hand. “I nothing out loud. usually stay in the front ofce, but I guess they needed my “It’s not about power, you know,” Smitty continued. bilingual skills. Tese fellows from Nihon, they’re supposed “You don’t need for the ball to go fast. It’s how you hold the to study English in school, but their pronunciation is lousy.” ball with your fngernails.” He pulled a baseball out of his Mas’s face grew hot, and he looked away. He was born pocket and simulated by placing his thumb behind the bot- in America and not Nihon, the most popular name for Ja- tom seam and digging two fngernails right above the top pan by its citizens, but he’d been taken by his family to Hi- seam. And what was that in the center of the ball—some roshima when he was only three years old. After spending kind of Japanese chicken scratch? close to ffteen years in Japan, he moved back to the States. “Neva seen a girl play,” Mas murmured out loud. Despite being here for sixty years, his language skills were “Well, let’s not get too far. She’s just helping the Japan defnitely subpar. team prepare for Jin-Won Kim. Kind of like a batting coach, Tey heard curses from Japan’s catcher, who was having what have you. Most of them have never faced a knuckleball a terrible time anticipating where the knuckleball pitches pitcher. He’s the closer, the one who comes in at the end and would land. Neko Kawasaki had him chasing balls in the sweeps everything up. And by the way they are hitting, it dirt by the dugout. Or else the ball would bounce of his doesn’t look like they’re going to fare too well today.” chest protector, his glove moving much too late. “Dad, is everything okay?” Every time his son-in-law Te batter wasn’t fairing that well, either. A thirtysome- called him Dad, Mas had to do a double take. Lloyd, sun- thing man with dyed yellow hair, the color of burnt hay, he burnt and lean, looked diferent in his powder-blue polo 16 Sayonara SLAM NAOMI HIRAHARA 17 shirt, khaki shorts, and cap. He wore wraparound sunglasses they weren’t making a move. And also Mari had returned to like he was pretending to be a movie producer instead of a her frst love, flmmaking. Seemed like everyone in the Arai glorifed gardener. Mas had always wanted a son, but he’d family was doing the things that they wanted to do. Every- never imagined this. one aside from Mas Arai. Smitty dipped the lip of his cap toward Lloyd. “You “Whyzu you just tell them they gotta move out,” Haruo have a good father-in-law. He knows his baseball, that’s for had said a month ago when they were fxing a sprinkler leak sure.” He then looked toward the sound of voices coming at the home of his daughter, Kiyomi. Haruo had gone to from the other side of the feld. A crowd of photographers, therapy for his gambling addiction for nine months, which mostly Japanese men who were balancing heavy lenses on apparently made him some kind of expert on things of the poles that reminded Mas of black PVC pipe, were jostling heart. He used a mysterious lingo, with words like “code- for space. “I better see what all that’s about.” pendency” and “boundaries.” After Smitty was beyond earshot, Lloyd muttered to Haruo was one to talk. He had an adult stepdaughter, Mas, “I hope you didn’t say too much to him. Smitty has Dee, under his roof as well.