We are now a mere day away from October, or as I like to call it, Worldstober. With the heralding of the greatest month put together by Augustus Caesar comes, likewise, the greatest bike polo tournament put together by the people who put together bike polo tournaments.
This will be my first time ever traveling to the championship, and I’m more than a smidge excited by the idea. Point in fact, I’ve been daydreaming about the sorts of people I may or may not meet while attending and reporting on the scene. Here are a few of my more favorite potential attendees/players:
I’ve conversed with him, challenged him, made jokes with him and ultimately feel as though I have a pretty good understanding of the kind of person this internet buddy is.
And then I’ll meet him, and I won’t believe he’s the same person at all. You’re that short?! YOU ARE MISSING AN EAR?! (note: I’m probably going to be this guy for a lot of you. Just accept my hobbit-ness.)
The Super-Pro who is really approachable/The Super-Pro who is really just as scary as I imagined:
I’ve never met the beaver boys. Any of them, I don’t believe. But I’m horrified to talk to any of them. Chances are they are either going to live up to my nightmares of them ( “Lancaster Polo? What’s that? ::pushes me away while someone pulls down my pants::) or they are going to be alright guys who are willing to chat me up a little bit ( “Lancaster polo? I heard of you!” ::pushes me away with a smile while someone pulls down my pants while laughing::). Either way, I think it’ll be interesting to see what players from the top teams in the US make of me running around and asking for a few moments of time.
I’m not worried about it. No, really. I’m sure it’ll be juuuuust fine.
Over-Excited First Timers:
These are the folks who either have friends in the championship or who are playing in the championship for the first time. They are the ones who will be bounding up and down the court (with or without bicycle) screaming about how amazing everything is. They are, likewise, going to be the folks who don’t sleep for three days and then only loosely remember how they got an alligator head in their travel-on baggage. But it’s there now, and they think that’s AWESOME!
The Organizers Who, While Very Nice, Will Not Know I Exist:
This is the first time the folks in Florida have hosted a World Championship, and I’m sure they’re going to be so very busy making sure it doesn’t go horribly that they won’t even notice when I’ve got my phone up to their faces like a microphone or I’m taking pictures of them consoling a goal judge after a player yells at them for not doing their jobs right.
I’m planning to use their distracted state to overtake the megaphone and sing everyone the song of my people.
People I See All the Time: You know how odd it is to see people from the office when you’re out doing something exotic like caber tossing or on vacation? I imagine the same feeling will come down on me when I’m down in Florida and I see people from my region. Not everyone, of course, but there will probably be a few people where I honestly think “fancy seeing you here.”
The Attractive Foreign Guy/Gal
There are two reasons I’m not bringing my wife along: 1. She would be really bored and kinda disgusted how excited I am, and 2. There is going to be at the very least one foreign guy (or gal–let’s be fair) who will look 1 million times more appealing than I do. These are going to be the people who step into the group I’m talking to and, as easily as they move some elegant hair away from their eyes, shift the topic to exclude me. Probably something to do with the metric system or something.