We got this submission pretty early and, after we stopped crying (from the ill feeling or from the genuine love, we don’t really know), and closed the contest, we decided it was a simple but well told testament to bike polo love.
It’s an audio file, so pop on your earphones and get ready to tell people you were just cuttin’ onions.
This Entry from kRisz all the way over in Budapest, Hungary. Awesome!
Hard to be your Valentine
Hard to give you a hug with a mallet in hand
as I am always hitting your head
Hard to kiss you wearing a helmet with cage
my tongue never reaches your sweaty face
Hard to feel joy in lacrosse glove
so get on your knees and show your love
Hard to play with hot orange in winter
Don’t run Baby, I’m a better sprinter
Hard to perform a ball joint on the other half
paint my heart full of wound and scar
Hard to love you and finish this letter
closing with a compliment is better:
Your forkrake is much less than mine
Hard to play polo alone,
so be my Valentine
Shelly thought her Valentine deserved more than just a pithy poem or a few pictures: she went for the whole caboodle:
Travis and I met a little under a year ago and I have more unforgettable memories with him than I do with other people I’ve been playing polo side by side with for years. Now that I think of it I believe that Travis and I have only hung out on two occasions. One being the tournament I threw in Charleston, SC the second one being South East Qualifiers last year.
Reasons Travis Would Make the Greatest Polo Lover:
Travis
One has a last name of Valentine, the other the last name of Story. Put it together and you get this very uncomfortable picture – we think this is the most WTF entry we got. Awesome:
Entry from Glasgow Matt, all the way from…Glasgow:
4 months ago I met someone.
Someone enchanting.
Someone who has taken over my every thought.
I wake up and I think about her.
I go to work and I think about her.
I come home, I eat dinner, I watch some TV.
Thinking about her.
When I go to sleep, I dream of her.
My Other Valentine.
Twice a weak, I leave My Girlfriend in the flat and go spend some quality time with My Other Valentine. My Girlfriend isn’t particularly happy about the relationship I have with My Other Valentine. But she would never take her away from me. She knows the love we share.
My Other Valentine is not mine alone. She captures the heart of many around the world. I do not love her any less for this. It’s what makes her special.
Polo, My Other Valentine.
We thought this was one of the sweetest of the bunch. The winner will be posted today (horray!) in the afternoon hours. Until then, enjoy this lovely, heartwarming note from Megan.
Hey Lancaster Bike Polo & Fixcraft,
You guys are awesome for having this contest and showing the love to
all of us crazed bike polo fanatics. Here are a few reasons why you
should pick me and my Valentine, Chris Williams, to be your contest
winners.
*Warning*: May be a little mushy!
Chris and I started dating a little under 5 years ago and it was love
at first sight. Well not really, I didn’t think he even liked me
because he was really shy and I thought he was uninterested. Anyway,
after we began dating Chris told me he was a polo player. I was
curious, but not that interested. As our relationship grew, he began
to travel to more and more tournaments and I became even more curious
of the other woman in Chris’ life. About a year after we started
dating, a bunch of girls approached me about playing bike polo and I
decided to play because they needed a 6th lady. We played amongst
ourselves for the first few weeks until we felt comfortable playing
with the guys. After playing in my first tournament six weeks later, I
was hooked! The summer of 2009 was awesome and Chris and I bonded even
more over my newfound love of the game. The end of the summer was not
as great because I decided to move to Chicago by myself and Chris and
I started our yearlong long distance relationship. It was really rough
on us (we actually broke up for a few weeks, but then got back
together at Midwests Champeenships 7), but we made it through. Pretty
much the only times we saw each other throughout the year were at polo
tournaments. We lasted one year apart though and that has made us even
stronger! We love polo and each other so much and I am asking that you
pick us for your contest. We are a student and bike mechanic and we
would appreciate your generosity so much!
Peace and Polo Tidings,
Megan Mazzei
From the email:
This probably has nothing to do with valentines and only slightly to do with polo, but Tara Inso and I wanted to submit something creepy for your valentines polo contest, and this is what we came up with, amateur green screen video editing and a nervously twitchy penish dog, superimposed over bike polo vids taken by our ann arbor friend Matt “noodle” Parsell, hope at least it makes you laugh a little, and barf and shart maybe, thanks
-Jenny S.
And…uh…here it is:
Sean and I decided that this is entry counts as the “most work” put into a valentine entry. Just a note: there is music along with this presentation, so turn it up.
yet another wonderful entry in our contest:
My Polo Valentine
by Jil B.
This is one of the entries we received here for the Valentine’s Day Contest. I plan to share a few throughout the week until the big V-Day itself when I share the winner. Feel the love, people. Feeeeeel it:
All Hallows eve we first met
By Joel C.
All hallows eve we first met
on a red bianchi
wind blown hair
full speed in slow motion
you painted me Zombie.
The weekend was cruel and punk
in the Swamp we danced
with minds in the clouds
feet on pedals and polo
driven hearts;
our time was quick but endless.
Divided by duty
from different states
we chanced a smaller poloverse
for intrigue sake.
What felt as decades were merely seconds on a lonely clock.
O’why didnt I get a last name
so on facebook I could stalk?
Alas, in a Southern capital
on the eve of it All,
by fate or serendipity
our paths met once more.
Our bicycles forked,
we spooned and
under an artfully crafted night
we vowed to meet again.
I will migrate again to see you in atlanta fare Valentine.
For technology is the devil and you have come to save us, Angel.
My eyes will mourn
’til your sight they are upon.
