September 19th, 2007 – by: rsummo
If you see this sign, then you are in the right place. I'm not sure why she is dressed like an America Indian tho.
Spent most of the day lounging around and studying Hiragana. When night rolled around, Matt and I met up with Christina, one of his many "friends with privileges" in Osaka
at a place called "Round One Sports". Lemme just say, holy shit, the place was like a way more fun version of the ESPN Zone. It's open almost 24 hours a day, and instead of being nickled and dimed at every single individual game area, you pay a flat rate to get in and you get to do whatever the hell you want for 3 hours. This includes many atypical activities, including an unsupervised mechanical bull, a BB gun and bow and arrow shooting range, and strangest of all, an indoor fishing pond.
Matt and Christina standing at the entrance to the sports wonderland.
Seriously, there is 30 foot murky water tank stocked with way too many fish. You take one of the piece of shit plastic fishing rods off the wall, basically a stick with 3 feet of fishing line and a barbless hook, and with some wasabi-like bait, you dip the stick in the pond and wait a few seconds until one of the many fish take a bite. It actually was somewhat challenging, as the shitty rod you use all but breaks under the weight of the 8-12 inch fish you pull up out of the disguting fake pond. This was fun for about 3 minutes, and after that it just felt pathetic. The complex also had a sizeable free arcade area, which contained some really good games, and some quite unusual games.
Me riding the self-controlled mechanical bull.
The more interesting games included a fire fighting game, a bus driving game and a dog-walking game. All the regular type game tables were there as well, foosball, air hockey, pool, etc. The roof of the complex was a very large area that had basketball courts, a soccer and football field, a volleyball court, mini-golf course and batting cages. It was hot as hell tho, so we didn't spend much time up on the roof. Other amenities included a few bowling lanes, a roller-skating rink which doubles as a go-cart track, and a kickboxing dummy which shouts japanese numbers at you, instructing you where to strike it. (not being able to speak japanese rendered the kickboxing game pretty un-fun.) After hunger forced us to leave, we went to some nearby Izakaya (typical Japanese restaurant) and I tried raw horse meat and cooked cow tounge. Both were pretty decent, abiet a bit overpriced. After dinner we called it a night. Christina seemed to have a good time, but I think that secretly she harbored some resentment towards my presence as it meant she wasn't going to get any ass that night. Still, she offered to cook for me in the future, which I may take her up on if I'm back in Japan anytime soon.