(That’s what she said)
This weekend’s polo was outstanding, in that it involved me geeking out and reading about 200 pages of A Clash of Kings, making Irish oatmeal, and then lighting a fire in my backyard and drinking a scotch.
I guess the Lancaster polo kids have better things to do than play polo. I like to imagine the list includes things like saving children from lions, fighting Nazis or bathing, because anything else kinda comes up short for me.
Another fun thing: d’yall remember that sticker contest I was having for the past month? Wellsir, it’s a funny thing: sometimes I’ll run a contest and it will be a hoot of a success (Valentine’s day, for instance, was awesome). But then I’ll run something I suspect will get lots of people excited, and nothing happens at all.
For the Sticker contest, I got (I think) 5 entries from 3ish people (Trace and Hbach entered a sticker together). I’ll include them here for all of us to enjoy:
And those stickers are good, I appreciate them and they made me chortle, but none of them really made me go nuts. Basically, I didn’t get enough entries to vary the field, and that made me sad. So sad.
I’m still going to come up with stickers, of course, but I think this contest was kinda a failure, and I’m going to go ahead and call it dead on arrival. I guess sticker making isn’t really up there on the priorities of bike polo players. I get it. Consider yourself heard, you ingrates.
At any rate, I’m hoping for some polo this week and maybe even a beer. A guy can dream, can’t he?