The Yomiuri Shimbun The following is a translation of the Henshu Techo column from The Yomiuri Shimbun’s Oct. 26 issue.
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Knowing it to be impossible for a middle-aged man, one still may surely dream for a brief moment. Poet Hiroshi Homura, 56, who is also popular for his witty essays, wrote:
“Will I become a member of Johnny’s? I imagine making a greeting remark at a press conference, bathed in camera flashes. ‘I am the oldest,’ I say bashfully. ‘Hey, older brother,’ Takuya Kimura addresses me. I reply: ‘No. You’re senior in the entertainment business.” (“Nyokki,” Bunshun Bunko paperback series)
I am an unworthy middle-aged baseball fan. But what would I say if I were drafted? Inspired by Homura, a fantasy took form in my head as I watched the baseball draft meeting on TV.
There was certainly an unusual trend. Eleven baseball clubs’ picks focused on three high schoolers, including Osaka Toin Senior High School’s Akira Neo in the first round. Many people must have seen the smiles of the teenagers as if superimposed over lingering images of the excitement in the Koshien championships in the summer. Needless to say, Kosei Yoshida, who led an agricultural high school in Akita Prefecture to the runner-up spot, was a No. 1 pick.
This writer, who had taken only a 1-meter lead from the base and was tagged out several years ago, was not picked, as expected. I would like to tell those young players: Please sparkle for me. My fantasy was too much, people told me.Speech