We were told we would be able to see the sweat fly. Turned out our seats weren't that close. Luckily, sumo wrestlers are so big you can see them from a mile away.

We saw our first one on the train into Osaka. Coming out of the train station, we came across a whole group out for a stroll. They smiled when they noticed our camera and even posed for a group shot.

We got to the stadium early. The place was nearly empty as the no-name, not-fat wrestlers did their thing. As the day wore on, the stadium filled to capacity.

Each time a new group of wrestlers entered the ring, they did a little ceremony. And before each fight, there was even more ceremony. In fact, you could hardly see the wrestling for all the ceremony.

When a fight finally looked like it might break out, people would holler out the name of their favourite wrestler. The favourite didn't always win, though. Usually, the guy with the least amount of visible injuries won. Or the guy with the best balance. Surprisingly, the biggest guys didn't necessarily win.

The reigning yokozuna, a 24-year-old Mongolian named Asashoryu, demolished his competitor to move to 23 straight victories. His was the last match of the day, and both wrestlers ended up in the front seats. I saw the sweat fly on that one.

After the tournament there was a bow dance, which is supposed to be important and interesting. It wasn't, really, but the sumo sure was. I hope to go again some day.