Beers and polo, polo and beers. The two seem inextricable. I spelled that correctly on first try, wtf? I may as well quit writing at this point – but i digress. Here in the bible corn belt that is Lancaster County we certainly have bent the rules at a few places we’ve played. Beers, and other substances that would be frowned upon by those who write the rules, have been consumed at many if not most occurrences where bikes and mallets mix. We don’t technically have “permission” to be at some places where we regularly play, so we are just one pissed off citizen away from being booted, so we keep that shit on the downlow. Other places where we do have “permission” are on school property, and there we avoid the issue all together.
This set-up hasn’t really been an issue so far. But now we are kicking around the idea of inviting a couple other clubs for a little lo-key tourney. This has set off a lot of proverbial hand-wringing within our ranks. We want to seem like the cool kids and have all our polo friends come and imbibe like we all normally associate with a tourney setting. But as a few in our club have pointed out, having another 10 or 20 polo derelicts at our normal venues will certainly draw some attention and if John Q. Law comes nosing around there is the distinct possibility of this ending up hanging on our favorite courts.
So what to do? I put it to you, the literate masses of bike polo – if you were invited to play for two days, a couple hours from home, but you couldn’t “party it up” at the polo venue – would you bother making the trip?