TOKYO -- Wearing a pork-pie hat and high-water jeans, the hipster at baggage claim looked a little familiar, except he was just about alone.
"Welcome to Japan," I said. He smiled.
"Let me welcome you to Japan," he said. I beat Ichiro by an hour Friday, but he had me by 38 years and change regarding trips to his native sod.
The Oakland A's charter flight, bearing some media personnel, arrived about an hour ahead of the Seattle Mariners charter at Narita International Airport. So a few us from Seattle decided to wait, then jump on the Mariner buses for the drive to the Tokyo hotel.READ MORE»