Alright, let’s gab a bit about these rikishi sons. You know, those big fellas who wrestle sumo? Yeah, them. My old bones don’t know much about fancy stuff, but I’ve seen a thing or two on that there TV.
So, a rikishi, that’s just a sumo wrestler, you see. Big guys, strong as oxen. Some of ‘em got sons, and guess what? Those sons, sometimes they wanna be rikishis too! It’s like, their daddy was a strong fella, and they wanna be strong fellas too. Makes sense, I reckon.
I heard tell of one fella, Rikishi he was called. Big Samoan fella, wrestled in America too, not just Japan. He had a whole bunch of kids, five of ‘em! And wouldn’t you know it, some of them boys, they followed in their daddy’s footsteps. Wrestling and all that. It’s in the blood, I guess. Like how my grandpappy was a farmer, and my daddy was a farmer, and well, I married a farmer! Sometimes, things just run in the family, you know?
Now, these rikishi sons, they gotta work hard. It ain’t easy being a sumo. You gotta eat a lot, train a lot, and be tough as nails. I saw on the TV once, these young fellas, they start trainin’ real young. Reminds me of my neighbor’s boy, always out there in the field, practicin’ his pitchin’. Same kinda dedication, I reckon.
- They eat and eat and eat, gotta get big and strong.
- They train and train and train, gotta get their muscles all worked up.
- They wrestle and wrestle and wrestle, gotta learn how to throw those other fellas around.
And it ain’t just about bein’ strong, you see. It’s about respect too. They gotta bow and follow all sorts of rules. It’s like… well, it’s like church, kinda. You gotta be respectful and do things the right way. My mama always said, “Mind your manners, girl!” and I reckon these rikishi boys gotta mind their manners too, even when they’re tryin’ to knock each other down.
I heard tell of some rikishi sons who weren’t so good at first. Maybe they were small, or maybe they just weren’t strong enough. But they kept at it, kept trainin’ and tryin’. And eventually, they got good! Reminds me of that little runt piglet we had on the farm once. Nobody thought he’d make it, but he grew up big and strong, just like these rikishi sons.
Now, being a rikishi, it ain’t all sunshine and roses. It’s hard on the body. Those big fellas, they get old, and their bodies start to hurt. They get aches and pains, just like me with my arthritis. And their lives, they ain’t always so long. I heard it’s shorter than most folks. That’s sad, ain’t it? But I guess they know what they’re gettin’ into when they start. It’s a hard life, but it’s their life, and they choose it.
And the money? Well, the top dogs, they make a good bit, I hear. But the others, they don’t get so much. It’s like anything, I suppose. The best ones get the most, and the rest just get by. Just like how the best farmer in the county always gets the best price for his crops.
But in the end, it’s about more than just money, I reckon. It’s about pride, and tradition, and family. These rikishi sons, they’re carrying on somethin’ that their daddies and granddaddies started. It’s like passin’ down a family recipe, or teachin’ your kids how to fish. It’s about keepin’ somethin’ alive, somethin’ important.
So, yeah, that’s what I know about rikishi sons. They’re strong, they’re dedicated, and they’re keepin’ a tradition alive. And even though I don’t know much about fancy wrestlin’ or nothin’, I can respect that. It’s like my grandma used to say, “Hard work and dedication, that’s what matters.” And I reckon these rikishi sons, they got plenty of both.
And you know, some of these rikishi fellas, they even had fathers who weren’t rikishi but loved sumo. Like, there was this one fella, his daddy was a big sumo fan and even wrestled on the beach! So, sometimes it ain’t just in the blood, it’s in the heart too. Like how my Billy loved cars even though nobody else in the family ever did. It’s just somethin’ that calls to ’em, I guess.
Times have changed though. I heard tell that even after the war, sumo kept goin’. Through thick and thin, it seems like those rikishi and their sons, they just kept on wrestlin’. That’s somethin’, ain’t it? Reminds me of how we kept farmin’ through the dry years and the wet years. You just gotta keep goin’, no matter what.
Tags：Rikishi Sons, Sumo Wrestlers, Family Legacy, Tradition, Training, Strength, Dedication
