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Serving up Pickleball by the Beach

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Growing number of Caribbean resorts offering pickleball as an amenity

The Arizona Republic — October 30, 2022

PROVIDENCIALES, Turks and Caicos – Water slides, glass-bottom boats and swim-up pool bars are good fun.  But all-inclusive resorts in the Caribbean are increasingly serving up another amenity to lure travelers — pickleball.

Rabbi on horseback

A growing number of warm-weather resorts, including Beaches in Turks and Caicos, are adding pickleball to attract travelers

At the Beaches resort on the island of Providenciales in Turks and Caicos, about 600 miles southeast of Miami, the resort added eight permanent pickleball courts last year with the flexibility to convert an additional eight courts being used for tennis to accommodate large groups.

All three Beaches resorts in the Caribbean — the other two being in Jamaica — now offer pickleball.  And Sandals, Beaches’ sister resorts with 17 properties throughout the Caribbean, also has expanded its pickleball footprint.

When it comes to pickleball, resorts are finding that if you build it, they will come.

“It’s become a phenomenon,” said Jamie McAnally, who has been general manager of Beaches Turks and Caicos for 10 years.

“I’ve not seen a sport take off like this in the last decade or even longer.  We need to make sure people have the amenities they want to enjoy themselves.  And pickleball is certainly one of them.”

Pickleball is a racket sport that combines elements of tennis, table tennis and badminton.  Paddles are made of wood or composite materials; the plastic ball resembles a wiffle ball.  While the sport can be played with two or four players, doubles is far more common.  That means Beaches Turks and Caicos can accommodate up to 64 players at once.

Beaches Turks and Caicos

The Beaches resort in Turks and Caicos has enough courts to accommodate up to 64 pickleball players at once

According to a report released in 2022 by the Sports & Fitness Industry Association, pickleball has 4.8 million participants in the United States — a number that’s increased by nearly 40% over the last two years, making it the fastest-growing sport in America.

Chuck Menke, the chief marketing officer for USA Pickleball, the sport’s governing body that is headquartered in Surprise, said a pickleball vacation “delivers a uniquely interactive, social angle that happens to be a key driver behind the sport’s growth.”

While Menke said there is no hard data about the growth of pickleball-related travel or the number of resorts adding facilities, it’s clear that pickleball players taking warm-weather vacations don’t have to look hard to find a game.

“Pickleball travel vacations have become extremely popular in the past five years, with many of them led by well-known professional players, highlighting another aspect of the sport’s accessibility,” he said.  “Well-known resorts in U.S. vacation spots, Mexico, the Caribbean and — most recently — Europe, frequently host pickleball clinics and competitive tournaments.”

At Beaches Turks and Caicos last winter, the resort hosted two groups from the U.S. of about 40 pickleball players each, who not only enjoyed getting out on the courts each morning for round-robin and tournament play but also taking part in group activities like cocktail parties and award dinners.

Grace Bay Beach

The white-sand Grace Bay Beach in Turks and Caicos was ranked by TripAdvisor in 2022 as the top beach in the world

Beaches’ pickleball courts are a five-minute walk from the acclaimed white-sand Grace Bay Beach, ranked by TripAdvisor in 2022 as the top beach in the world.  (Varadero Beach in Cuba ranked second, followed by Turquoise Bay in Australia).

Turks and Caicos Islands is a British Overseas Territory in the Atlantic Ocean consisting of 40 islands and cays, only eight of which are inhabited.  Providenciales (known as “Provo” by the locals), is the most populous and developed island with about 23,000 residents.  It’s home to Beaches, several other resorts and Turks and Caicos’ only international airport.

Alexander Milan, Beaches’ tennis and pickleball instructor, had never even heard of pickleball when he started working at the resort nine years ago.  Now, he said, he enjoys playing and teaching it as much as tennis, the sport he grew up playing in the Philippines.

“It’s easier to learn,” he said.  “Even if you’re not so good at tennis or Ping-Pong, you can still play pickleball.  It’s easier to adopt and exciting at the same time.”

Milan and I enjoyed some spirited singles and doubles matches with other resort guests, after which I would walk to Grace Bay, plop down on a beach chair and marvel at the calming turquoise water while enjoying a cold I-Ain-Ga-Lie Lager, the local beer.

Alexander Milan

Alexander Milan is the tennis and pickleball instructor at Beaches Turks and Caicos

Laura Gainor, a Florida-based founder of Pickleball in the Sun, a website that promotes pickleball-related travel, said that due to the explosive growth of the sport, “the tourism industry is taking note as pickleball enthusiasts take flight to seek warmer destinations that include pickleball to play with their family, friends and work colleagues on business trips.”

Gainor said that in addition to the Caribbean region, other warm-weather destinations with resorts adding pickleball facilities in recent years include Arizona (her website has labeled the JW Marriott Phoenix Desert Ridge Resort & Spa a “pickleball player’s dream desert destination”), Florida, California, Hawaii and Hilton Head Island in South Carolina.

“With the popularity of pickleball growing daily, pickleball as an amenity listed on a resort’s website increases a resort’s chances for travelers to choose the space for their next destination vacation,” she said.

Added McAnally of the Beaches Turks and Caicos: “We’re in paradise.  We have great weather year-round.  It’s not like we’re going to get a snowstorm that’s going to close down the courts.”

Websites for more info:
Beaches Turks & Caicos
USA Pickleball
Pickleball in the Sun

                                                    © 2022 Dan Fellner

Pickleball Hits the High Seas

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Holland America leading the way in adding the sport to cruise ships

USA Arizona Republic — April 1, 2018

SOUTH CHINA SEA – Pickleball, one of the fastest growing sports in America, is now starting to make a splash on the high seas.

Pickleball at sea

Pickleball being played on the Holland America Volendam in the South China Sea

The sport, hugely popular in Arizona, especially in active-retirement communities, has recently been added to the stable of sports offered on all 14 of Holland America’s ships.  And the line’s newest ship, the Nieuw Statendam, which debuts next December, will feature the game as well.

Other cruise lines, including Princess and Regent Seven Seas, also have added pickleball to some of their ships.

Pickleball is a racket sport that combines elements of tennis, table tennis and badminton.  Paddles are made of wood or composite materials; the ball resembles a wiffleball.  The sport can be played with either two or four players, although doubles is far more common.

Pickleball was invented in the 1960s in Washington state, but only recently has seen a huge growth in popularity; it now routinely attracts more players than tennis in 55+-housing developments.  In fact, the U.S.A. Pickleball Association (USAPA), which is headquartered in Surprise, calls it “the fastest growing sport in North America.”

Pickleball paddles and ball

Pickleball paddles and ball

Erik Elvejord, Holland America’s director of public relations, says adding pickleball to the company’s ships was a no-brainer “because of many requests we were getting from guests.”

As an avid pickleball player myself, I was pleasantly surprised to see “meet for a game of pickleball” in the daily program on the first day of a recent 14-day Asian cruise on the Holland America Volendam.

I quickly ventured up to the ship’s sports deck and saw that Holland America had retrofitted a court that formerly had been used for mini-tennis to pickleball.  The costs for the cruise line were minimal – put down some yellow lines on the court, buy paddles and balls, and lower the tennis net a few inches.  The courts are surrounded with netting to keep stray balls from landing in the ocean.

The nets may not quite be to exact specifications and the swirling winds can blow a well-executed shot off course.  But despite some of the onboard challenges, I was delighted – after years of cruising — to finally have the chance to experience the game at sea while working off a few extra calories from the Volendam’s overly tempting desserts in the process.

Holland America Volendam

The Holland America Volendam docked in Shanghai, China

Jack Thomas, the national president of the USAPA and a Scottsdale resident, says it’s about time cruise lines started hopping on the pickleball bandwagon.

“I think the cruise industry has figured out that pickleball is a very inexpensive way to attract and entertain their passengers and will soon become a must-have onboard activity,” he says.  “It is super easy to learn to play, great fun for all ages and creates camaraderie among fellow shipmates.”

Tino Carrillo, the Volendam’s assistant cruise director who overseas all of the ship’s onboard sports – table tennis, shuffleboard, basketball, and pickleball – says the latter has been a hit with the ship’s mostly older clientele.

“You typically play doubles, so it’s less tiring than some other sports,” he says.  “It’s more accessible for everybody.  It’s something fresh and new that more and more people are enjoying playing.”

This particular sailing of the Volendam started in Hong Kong and ended in Shanghai, with stops along the way in the Philippines, Taiwan and Japan.

Many of the ship’s nearly 1,400 passengers – representing 34 countries – had never heard of the sport.  But there was a hardcore group of pickleball fanatics who would show up on sea days for open play or tournaments.  And some passengers came out of curiosity to check out a game they knew only for its rather peculiar name.

“My wife and I are in the early stages of planning our first cruise adventure,” says the USAPA’s Thomas.  “We are not even considering ships without pickleball.”

© 2018 Dan Fellner

Muay Thai: Muy Violento!

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Kickboxing offers unique glimpse into Thai culture

CHIANG MAI, Thailand — The public address announcer was speaking in a heavy accent over a garbled sound system and I couldn’t decipher what he was saying. Then I noticed the crowd began to rise. The announcer repeated himself and the second time I could clearly understand.

Chiang Mai kickboxer

A Thai kickboxer psyches himself up before the first round

“Please stand up to pay respect to the King of Thailand,” he requested.

In a country where King Bhumibol Adulyadej, also known as Rama IX, is highly revered, about 200 fans and I rose to our feet and stood silently. The Thai national anthem followed.

With the preliminaries out of the way, so began my first up-close look at the Thai national pastime – Muay Thai – a martial art otherwise known as kickboxing. It turned out to be one of the most intense experiences of my three-month stay in Thailand.

It was a Thursday night at the Chiangmai Boxing Stadium, one of two leading venues in Chiang Mai where kickboxing is on display. For about $20, I received a ringside seat, transportation from my hotel to the arena, and a can of Chang beer, my favorite local brew.

Muay Thai, which dates back to the 16th century, was developed by Siamese soldiers who lost their weapons in battle. It is known as “the art of eight limbs” because fighters are allowed to use punches, kicks, elbows and knee strikes, thus using eight “points of contact,” as opposed to “two points” (fists) used in regular boxing.

Thai kickboxing

Thai kickboxing dates back to the 16th century

There were seven fights on the bill, with the combatants exhibiting varying size, skill and experience. Indeed, some of the early fights involved teenagers who looked like they barely weighed 100 pounds.

I was told that the fighters at this venue were superior to the other leading boxing arena in the city – Thapae Boxing Stadium, the latter of which is more centrally located and considerably cheaper. In fact, tour operators who sell boxing tickets even hinted that the fights at Thapae were really exhibitions with fixed results staged solely for the entertainment value of the tourists. I wanted to see the real deal, so I paid more for what I hoped would be a far more authentic Muay Thai experience.

From the opening bell of the first fight, I could tell that the fights on display at the Chiangmai Boxing Stadium — undoubtedly – are for real. I was seated so close to the action, I was repeatedly doused by the fighters’ sweat. And I was struck by the sheer force of the blows and how much punishment the participants withstood on all parts of their bodies. At one point, I actually thought I heard a bone crack, when a fighter took a wicked kick to his leg before crumpling to the mat. The referee didn’t even bother counting him out; there was no doubt he wasn’t getting up.

Muay Thai reminded me of cage-fighting, only with traditional boxing ropes rather than a cage. Another difference is that when a fighter goes down, his opponent has to go to a neutral corner, rather than being allowed to pound a fighter on the canvass into submission.

Thai boxing knockout

Every fight ended in a knockout

Other than that, pretty much anything goes in Thai kickboxing – punching, kicking, elbowing, clenching, low blows, cheap shots, even knees to the groin.

In other words, it was like watching a Republican presidential debate.

Not one of the evening’s fights lasted the full five rounds; all resulted in knockouts – with the loser ending up flat on his back surrounded by trainers and medics.

Thai fighters wear no shoes, no padding – other than a protective cup — or headgear. As far as I could tell, none of the losing fighters were seriously hurt, although several of them had to be helped out of the ring by the medical staff. I’m guessing the fighters don’t get paid very much, although those who do well in Chiang Mai have the opportunity to move up the ladder and fight at the country’s largest kickboxing venue in Bangkok, where the purses are larger.

The violence of Muay Thai seems incongruous to the typically polite, calm and passive demeanor of the Thai people. Perhaps it’s an outlet for Thais to let off some steam.

On the drive back to my hotel, I reflected on the night’s event. I was glad I had gone. It had given me an interesting glimpse into Thai culture.

But like the time at a local restaurant when I had ordered khao phat nam phrik narok, which literally translates to “rice fried with chili paste from hell,” I wasn’t all that eager to try it again anytime soon.

© 2016 Dan Fellner

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Passion, interest in Japanese baseball thrive

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Fervent fans support a sport rich in history

 The Arizona Republic — May 29, 2012

TOKYO – With an upper-deck ticket tucked away in my back pocket, I arrived 4 1/2 hours early for a late-April Sunday afternoon game between the Yomiuri Giants and Hanshin Tigers at the Tokyo Dome.

Japan baseball fans at Tokyo Dome

Japanese baseball fans waiting for standing room tickets outside the Tokyo Dome

It was my first Japanese baseball game, and I wanted plenty of time to explore the Dome’s environs and visit the Japanese Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum, which adjoins the stadium.

I assumed the complex would be relatively deserted at 9:30 a.m., but after a five-minute walk from the train station, I couldn’t believe what I saw as I approached the Dome. Several hundred people — some of whom had appeared to have camped out the night before — were in an orderly line snaking up to a ticket window that hadn’t even opened yet.

They were hoping to get standing-room tickets for that afternoon’s game. Only about half of them would eventually get inside the stadium, and even then, their view of the action would be blocked by so many people standing in front of them, they would end up watching the game on one of the many TVs located throughout the Dome’s concourse.

True, it was a holiday weekend in Japan and the Giants and Tigers are two of the country’s most popular teams. But I had not expected to see this level of interest for a regular-season game just three weeks into the season between the third- and fifth-place teams in a six-team league.

Tokyo Dome

The Tokyo Dome is the most-recognizable venue for baseball in Japan

Once I went inside the Dome, I was even more surprised at the depth of the fans’ passion for a game the baseball-crazy Japanese call yakyu. From the first pitch through the final out, the intensity of the fans was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced at an American baseball game. I wasn’t sure if it felt more like being in the stands at an SEC football game or a zealot-packed political rally.

“It’s much noisier than Major League Baseball games,” said Wayne Graczyk, the dean of American baseball writers in Japan, who I met after the game for pizza and beer at a sports bar near the Dome. Graczyk first began writing about Japanese baseball in 1975 and is now a baseball columnist for the English-language Japan Times. He also is the longtime editor of the Japan Baseball Media Guide.

“Whatever the reason, since the early 1900s when colleges here first started playing baseball, it hooked on, and it’s been a passion of the Japanese people ever since,” he said.

Japan Baseball Hall of Fame

Entrance to the Japanese Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum

This day at the Dome proved to be my most memorable experience during a weeklong trip to Tokyo. With its labyrinth of trains and subways and dearth of English street signs, the world’s largest metropolitan area — home to more than 30 million people — can be bewildering and even downright intimidating to foreigners. Going to a ballgame brought a much-needed sense of familiarity, and at the same time, offered a fascinating glimpse into Japanese culture.

Before the game, I spent a couple of hours touring the Japanese Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum. I learned that baseball started here in 1872 when Horace Wilson, an American teacher living in Tokyo, wanted to come up with a way for his students to get more exercise. So he taught them to play baseball. Wilson was posthumously elected to the Japanese Hall of Fame in 2003.

Also enshrined is Sadaharu Oh, the only Japanese player I had ever heard of before pitchers Hideo Nomo and Hideki Irabu were signed by major-league teams in the 1990s. Known for his distinctive “flamingo” leg kick, Oh holds the world career home run record of 868, 106 more than Barry Bonds. Oh played his entire 22-year career with the Yomiuri Giants, retired in 1980 and later became the Giants’ manager.

Sadaharu Oh plaque in Japan Baseball Hall of Fame

Plaque honoring Sadaharu Oh in the Hall of Fame

Like any good sports museum, there’s an interactive exhibit in which visitors can test their skills against some of the greats of the game. In this case, they’ve set up a virtual batting cage with a video screen displaying some of Japan’s toughest pitchers in their windup. You get three swings at the screen with a small plastic bat. A cardboard-cutout umpire connected to a computer announces if you made contact.

Luck of the draw, I went up against Yu Darvish, perhaps the most intimidating pitcher in Japanese history. Before joining the Texas Rangers this season, Darvish pitched from 2005-11 for the Hokkaido Nippon-Ham Fighters, compiling a nifty 93-38 record with an ERA of 1.99.

I gave Darvish no trouble. “Batter out,” the cardboard umpire barked in barely discernible English after I swung and missed for the third time. The next batter was a Japanese boy who looked to be about 12. He promptly doubled off the wall.

Japan Baseball Hall of Fame virtual batting cage

Facing Japanese pitching greats in the Hall of Fame’s virtual batting cage

The first thing visitors see when entering the museum is a trophy case full of memorabilia from the inaugural two World Baseball Classics in 2006 and 2009, both of which were won by Japan. It made me wonder about the quality of play in Japan. How does it compare to American baseball?

“A lot of people ask me about the level of play here,” said Graczyk. “It’s higher than Triple-A, but lower than the major leagues.”

And what about the Fukuoka SoftBank Hawks, winners of last year’s Japan Series, Nippon Professional Baseball’s equivalent of the World Series? How would they have fared in the majors?

“I don’t think they would have made the postseason,” he said. Would they have had a winning record? “Probably not.” But Graczyk added that he thought there are enough high-caliber players in the country — as evidenced by the success players such as Darvish and Ichiro Suzuki have enjoyed in the U.S. — that a Japanese all-star team could possibly make the playoffs in MLB.

View of the Tokyo Dome from above

    View of “The Big Egg” from the Tokyo Dome Hotel

It was now two hours before game time — when they were scheduled to open the gates — and a large crowd was already lined up waiting to get inside. Before going in, I walked over to the Tokyo Dome Hotel and rode an elevator up the 40th floor for a better view of the stadium. I could see why the Dome, which opened in 1988 and was the first covered baseball venue in Japan, is commonly referred to as “The Big Egg.” From above, that’s exactly what it looks like.

I was surprised to learn that the Arizona State football team once played a game at the Tokyo Dome. In 1990 ASU faced the University of Houston in a regular-season game called the “Coca Cola Bowl.” Apparently the Sun Devils’ secondary was suffering from a severe case of jetlag. They gave up 716 yards in the air by Houston quarterback David Klingler in a 62-45 loss, a record that still stands as the most passing yards in an NCAA game.

After grabbing a quick lunch of traditional Japanese noodle soup at a stand outside the stadium, I entered the Tokyo Dome. From the inside, it looked comparable to most of the cookie-cutter domed stadiums built in America in the 1980s. Functional, but not exactly bursting with personality.

I took a walk around the concourse to check out the concession stands. They had all the usual ballpark fare found back home, including hot dogs, hamburgers and ice cream. But the stand that seemed to be the busiest was selling something you won’t find at Chase Field — a bento box. This is a traditional Japanese meal served in a plastic box. You get some sort of fish or meat, rice, pickled vegetables and other local delicacies that you likely won’t be able to discern, each in their own compartment.

Tokyo Dome Bento Box concession stand

Bento box concession stand inside the Tokyo Dome

I had tried a bento box a couple of days before in Tokyo. Even though I had struggled with the chopsticks, it made for a quick and tasty lunch. I had paid 400 yen (about $5) for mine, about one-third of what they were charging at the Tokyo Dome.

In addition to domed stadiums, artificial turf and the designated hitter, it seems the Japanese have imported something else from American baseball — the art of concession-stand price gouging.

The Dome was filling up and I took my seat. Before coming to Japan, I had looked on a map to find where the cities of Yomiuri and Hanshin are located. Then I found out that many Japanese teams aren’t named for the cities in which they’re located, but rather their corporate owners. Yomiuri is a huge Japanese media conglomerate and Hanshin is a railway company.

The Giants, though, are most closely associated with Tokyo, and the Tigers play their home games near Osaka. Graczyk told me the Giants — historically the most successful franchise in Japanese baseball — are somewhat akin to the New York Yankees. People either love them or hate them.

Tokyo Dome scoreboard

The starting lineups on the Tokyo Dome’s scoreboard

I had gotten a sense of this at my hotel that morning when I told Iida, the front-desk clerk, I was going to the game. Iida barely spoke English but he had no trouble summoning the words when I asked him if he rooted for the Giants. “No,” he said without hesitation. “Why not?” I asked. “Giants are here,” he said, with his hand at eye-level. “I like the teams here,” he added, dropping his hand a couple of feet.

Explained Graczyk: “A lot of people here like to root for the underdog.”

The Yomiuri Giants’ uniforms closely resemble the uniforms worn by their American namesake — the San Francisco Giants. Being a loyal Diamondbacks fan, I decided to root against them, too.

The Giants were the home team, but it seemed as if the stadium was equally split between supporters of the two teams. I happened to be surrounded mostly by Tigers fans, many of whom were wearing yellow, while Giants’ fans were dressed in orange. The stadium looked like a giant citrus orchard.

Once the game started, the noise was incessant. There was the constant clanking together of miniature plastic bats with team logos that many fans had brought with them. There also was chanting and singing in unison, orchestrated from each team’s cheering section in the outfield bleachers. Known as an oendan, these sections were the epicenters of organized cheers that reverberated throughout the stadium.

Tokyo Dome baseball sellout

The Yomiuri Giants face the Hanshin Tigers in a soldout Tokyo Dome

I had no idea what the fans were chanting and singing, just that it was loud and in unison. I asked the people sitting next to me to translate the cheers for me, but no one seemed to speak English.

Finally, in the bottom of the second inning, as Giants pitcher Tetsuya Utsumi walked to the plate (there are two six-team leagues in Nippon Professional Baseball; the Pacific League uses the DH, while the Central League — which includes the Giants and Tigers — does not) the crowd broke out in a song I could understand — “Happy Birthday.”

Turned out, it was Utsumi’s 30th birthday.

Later in the game, I took a walk to get a closer look at the Tigers’ oendan in the left-field bleachers. Huge flags were being waved and I heard drums, tambourines and trumpets making music under the direction of a fan holding signs in the front row — like the captain of a cheerleading squad at a college football game. The colors, songs and cheers were different, but the same thing was going on in the right-field bleachers, the heart of the Giants’ oendan.

Hanshin Tigers baseball fans

The Hanshin Tigers’ oendan in the left-field bleachers

What I saw on the field didn’t look much different than back home. There are only a few major rules differences between Japanese and American baseball. The regular season in Japan is 144 games, compared to 162 in the U.S. Japanese teams are each allowed a maximum of four foreign players. And if an extra-inning game in Japan is still tied after three-and-a-half hours, they won’t start a new inning and the game ends in a tie. Games lasting into the early morning hours just don’t work in Japan.

“Around the Tokyo Dome, there’s no parking,” Graczyk said. “Everybody comes to the game by train. And the trains stop running shortly after midnight.”

Utsumi celebrated his birthday by throwing seven scoreless innings and the Giants won, 2-0. After the victory, the Giants’ players bowed in unison to their fans. The following day the two teams played to an 11-inning scoreless tie. Offensive production is way down in Japan the past two seasons; some believe the decline stems from a change to a less-lively baseball introduced at the start of the 2011 season.

Tokyo is one of the most expensive cities in the world. A decent-quality sushi dinner can easily cost $100. A movie theater ticket is $24. Even a cup of tea can set you back $5.

Yomiuri Giants baseball fans

Diehard fans root for the Yomiuri Giants

But baseball is a relative bargain, with prices comparable to what you’d pay to see a Major League game. I purchased my seat — behind home plate 10 rows from the top of the stadium — several weeks earlier online for 2,300 yen (about $29). When I bought the ticket in early April, there were only a handful of seats available in the entire 42,000-seat Dome. More than 3,000 fans were admitted with standing-room tickets, pushing the paid attendance to 45,164.

The Hall of Fame also is reasonably priced. Admission is just 500 yen ($6.25) and they’ll give you a 20 percent discount if you present a ticket for that day’s game.

I’ve attended a hockey game in Latvia, kickboxing in Thailand, and a soccer match in Brazil. Going to a sports event abroad — like a Japanese baseball game — can often give insight into a culture that you just can’t get in a museum, castle or religious shrine.

In addition to writing about baseball, Graczyk works for a company — — that offers baseball tours in which visitors can attend games in all 12 Japanese big-league ballparks.

“It’s one of the things you should see when you come to Japan,” said Graczyk. “It’s just an awesome experience.”

© 2018 Dan Fellner, text and all photos registered with U.S. Copyright Office

Moldova national soccer team

‘Hai Moldova!’ National soccer team reflects countrymen

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The Arizona Republic – April 6, 2007

CHISINAU, Moldova –On a cold and rainy Saturday night, I arrived at Zimbru Stadium more than an hour before the start of a EURO 2008 qualifying game between the national soccer teams of Moldova and Malta.

I wanted plenty of time to check out the capital city’s newest and swankiest sporting venue, which was christened less than a year ago.

As I walked around the perimeter of the 11,000-seat facility, I noticed something was missing.  There was no parking lot.

Moldova is one of Europe’s poorest countries and the average salary is about $100 a month.  Few people can afford their own cars.  So most of the soccer fans arrived at the stadium the same way I did – by bus.  A parking lot would have been wasted space.

I also noticed another difference as I priced items for sale at the concession stands.  A 16-ounce cup of beer cost only 13 Moldovan lei (about $1).  A bag of peanuts cost about a quarter.  Prices weren’t much higher than what you would pay at any supermarket in town.

Moldova soccer plays Malta

  Moldova (blue) attacks the Malta defense

Moldova, which used to be a part of the Soviet Union, has been an independent country for only 16 years.  Apparently, Moldovans still have a lot to learn about something American stadiums have been excelling at for decades – price-gouging.

I headed to my seat. The stadium was starting to fill and the teams were warming up on the field. It was almost dark but they still hadn’t turned on the stadium lights.  The players clustered into one of the corners of the field, where there was a bit of light streaming in from the concourse.  They could barely see what they were doing.

Budgets are tight in Moldova and it’s not cheap to power stadium lights.  Turning them on before the game actually starts is considered an unnecessary luxury.

Finally, it was game time. The lights came on and the public address announcer greeted the crowd, first in Romanian, Moldova’s native language, and then in English.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemens,” he said.

Okay, his English needed some work, but it was nice of him to make the effort.

Eastern Europeans tend to be reserved, even a bit stoic at times, and I expected the crowd of about 10,000 fans to sit on their hands and show little emotion.  Boy, was I wrong.

The crowd was enthusiastic and loud from the opening kickoff, chanting “hai (go) Moldova,” waving flags and erupting anytime Moldova threatened to score.  They also tried the wave, but like the announcer’s English, they could use some more practice.

Moldova soccer fans

  Moldova soccer fans

A group of seven young men even spent the whole game without their shirts on, baring the 40-degree temperatures to proudly display painted chests spelling M-O-L-D-O-V-A.

Moldova isn’t exactly a soccer powerhouse and its fans don’t have unrealistic expectations.  When the team scored a late goal to earn a 1-1 tie, I never thought 10,000 people could make so much noise.

I found myself yelling along with everyone else. Moldova is the quintessential lovable underdog. Its economy is in bad shape and without much money, it’s difficult to field competitive sports teams.

The budget to build Zimbru Stadium was only $11 million, well less than Randy Johnson will earn to pitch for the Diamondbacks this season.

But the people – like the national soccer team – work hard for little compensation and seldom complain about it.

As I waited outside the stadium for my bus home, I joined the chants of those waiting alongside me: “Hai Moldova!”

© 2008 Dan Fellner
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Latvian Hockey Madness

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The Baltic Times – May 16, 2002

As a patriotic American sports fan, I still get goose bumps when I see an old film clip of the USA hockey team’s unforgettable upset victory over the Soviet Union in the 1980 Olympics. I remember the announcer’s words as the last few seconds ticked off the clock. “Do you believe in miracles?” he asked rhetorically, responding with a resounding “yes!” when the clock ran out.

Latvia's national hockey team

  Latvia’s national hockey team before its game against Germany

Yet when the USA recently played Latvia in the World Hockey Championships in Sweden, I sat riveted in front of my TV set and rooted as strongly for the Latvian team as any of the 4,000 flag-waving, horn-blowing Latvian fans who crossed the Baltic Sea to view the game in person.

No, my face wasn’t painted with maroon and white stripes and I can’t even pronounce “Sarauj,” the battle cry of Latvian fans. But living in Riga during the past few months, I have developed a huge appreciation for Latvian hockey and its fans.

My apartment is just a ten-minute walk from the Sporta Pils, Riga’s main hockey arena. With limited sports options on television, I found myself spending many a cold winter’s-night walking down Barona iela to watch teams from Riga, Liepaja, Russia, Belarus, and Ukraine compete in the Eastern European Hockey League.

For two lats ($3.10), you can’t beat the price. Even prices at the snack bar are reasonable. You’ll pay the same price for a soft drink or candy bar as you would at any store outside the arena. Apparently, Latvians haven’t yet learned the art of price-gouging.

As for the quality of play, even though I was told that Latvia’s best players were performing for teams abroad, I was impressed with the overall caliber of hockey.

Latvians play much more of a finesse game than I’m used to seeing in the USA. The emphasis is more on skating and passing, less on checking and fighting. Latvian players seem to look to pass first, shoot second. Sometimes, they even give up a good shot on goal in an attempt to get a teammate an even better shot. With my American mindset, I often found myself yelling “shoot the puck!” when these passes would go awry.

When they do score a goal, you don’t see the histrionics you see at an American game. No dancing and taunting the other team. It’s not uncommon to see a player in the National Hockey League (NHL) jump up and down after scoring a goal like he just won the Stanley Cup, even though his team is hopelessly behind.

A lot of fans – although many won’t admit it — go to games in the USA to see the fights. Indeed, I remember the first NHL game I saw in person. It got loud when the home team scored a goal, but the decibel level was nothing compared to when the first fight broke out. Then it REALLY got loud.

Latvian hockey fans

  Rabid fans

I don’t think I saw a fight in Latvia until my fourth or fifth game. And even then, it was just a couple of slaps and that was the end of it. The two players dutifully skated off to the penalty box with apologetic looks on their faces.

Arguing with referees in Latvia is as rare as fighting. In the NHL, it’s almost obligatory for a player to whine at the referee before serving their two-minute sentence in the penalty box. Coaches scream and throw temper tantrums. In Latvia, you may see a player briefly shake his head disagreeing with a call, but that’s about as vehement as it gets.

In some ways, Latvian hockey seems to reflect its society at large. People work hard, don’t complain, and generally don’t try to call much attention to themselves.

Before I came to Latvia, I had heard about the fervor of the country’s hockey fans. So, when I heard that the Latvian national team would be playing a “friendly” hockey game in Riga against Germany, I was determined to get a ticket to witness this enthusiasm firsthand.

Two weeks before the game, I waited in line 90 minutes to get tickets for me and my parents, who recently spent a month in Riga. From the minute we arrived at the packed arena for the game, the noise was incessant.

The only time it quieted down was for a few seconds when Germany scored its lone goal of the game. Latvia ended up winning, 3-1, and even though it was just an exhibition game, the fans reacted with as much intensity as you’ll see in the USA at a Stanley Cup playoff game. Maybe more.

Latvia plays Germany in hockey

  Latvia (white) vs. Germany

By the time the game had ended, I felt as if I had been at a rock concert, my ears ached so badly from the noise. I thought it would be more sedate once we got outside the arena, but the celebration continued as excited fans sang, cheered and blew their horns as we walked home.

I was hooked on Latvian hockey, and couldn’t wait to see how the team would do in the World Championships in Sweden, when the games really counted.

So, when Latvia came up just a bit short and lost to the USA, 3-2, despite having outplayed the Americans for the last two periods of the game, I was so frustrated and disappointed, I couldn’t fall asleep.

Yes, I’m a proud American. For that one night, though, I desperately wanted my country to lose. The World Hockey Championships garner barely a footnote on American sports pages. There, sports fans are much more focused on the NHL playoffs. Here, it’s front-page news and a Latvian victory would have meant so much to the country’s loyal fans.

When I return to the USA, I’ll probably lose track of the exploits of Ozolins, Naumovs, Zoltoks and the rest. But I won’t forget about the fun I had watching Latvian hockey and the devotion of its fans.

© 2009 Dan Fellner