As Japan’s players this past week began their quest to win the World Baseball Classic for the fourth time in six tries, many of them have been sporting T-shirts that read “March is our time.”
I ought to get one of those.
Because of the WBC, I got on the field in Japan this past week without any of the groveling Nippon Professional Baseball teams expected from me last year after I left my cushy day job at Kyodo News.
Since last year’s MLB openers at Tokyo Dome, MLB has tasked its longtime promotion partner here, the Yomiuri Shimbun Sports Business Department, to handle media credentialing. Because of that switch, field access, where reporters can randomly access players and coaches in unsupervised spaces, has been severely curtailed.
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