The first difference I noticed between good ol'American baseball and the Japanese version was the food sitch. As in, most people bring their food to the game, so there are vendors lining the sidewalks leading to the stadium selling all sorts of bentos, beers, and snacks for you to bring into the game.
Here they are umbrella dancin'!
And there are "sexy" beer girls (some sexier than others), going around with backpacks of beer. Here is the Sapporo girl making sure the guy in front of us isn't thirsty. Note that she is not really wearing her baseball cap, but that it is folded and hair-pinned to her head. Many girls were sporting their hats this way. Haven't they heard of VISORS?!
Oh man, fans were indispensable while we were in Japan. They were handed out everywhere as marketing props, but you couldn't beat 'em for some one-handed air conditioning just about anywhere. (I would walk down the street fanning myself, local-style.)
The rules. Good thing we didn't bring any jet-balloons.
The stadium food consisted of hotdogs, fries, cheese-filled potato wedges, some kind of roast beef sandwich, and these plates of assorted sausages. Oh, and ice cream and other frozen treats. I'm sure there was more, that was just in our section.
Speaking of frozen treats, here's B with a frozen beer and a hotdog. Why, oh why, aren't they hip to frozen beer in the US?!