Two Trees, Two More Miles

September 14 – Tokyo, Japan “That’s impossible!” “What do you mean?” “It’s crazy!” I tell my son. We are standing in the bathroom – the tiny bathroom – of our hotel room in central Tokyo. With a mouth half-full of toothpaste, I continue. “Think about it, even if he went to 250 games a year, he would had to have done that for 100 years!” We go to a lot of baseball games. This season, we have been to more than 50 live baseball games. No particular team or league season, call it April to September, at all levels. Major League. Minors. College. When I tell people that we watch a lot of baseball, and they ask how much, and I say that we have been to 50 games this year, their eyebrows invariably arch. “50?” And here, on our second day in Japan, for a tour of Japanese ballparks with more than 30 other American baseball fans, my son and I are debating whether it is possible that the man that we just met downstairs could possibly have seen 25,000 live baseball games, as he told us h...