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The importance of toughing it out: the long day games

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Last Sunday – when we had special guest Kruse and hot dogs and children running around and Gene wearing spandex and flying kites and whatever, we played some pretty intense games. Ok – I played some pretty physically demanding games for myself. Half of it was energy from having someone who challenged our typical happy-fun-time nature (though Kruse wasn’t being a jerk by any means, he’s just a very good player), and half of it was my own ego not wanting to look like a goon.

But, a little before closing time, I started getting really sluggish. I saw what I needed to do and knew what I wanted to do, but I couldn’t do it. I decided to call it quits for the day.

However, I was the sixth player, and the boys told me I had to stay – that I’d ruin everything if I left. So I stayed, because I’m scared of what they’d do to me.

And I learned something really valuable in the three games we played as the rain came in:

I should forget those lousy jerks and just go home when I want to.

fat kid 2I was soooo tirrreddd, dear reader. And sticky, and I couldn’t do anything. And I’m so larrrggeee.

It was horrible. I wasn’t happy and Lumberjack yelled at me for whining and I wasn’t whining I was just expressing myself God Lumberjack my legs felt like two heavy dumb things.

Anyway, I realize that there is probably a lesson in there about powering through your limitations and building up your endurance.

Whatever.

What Nobody Tells You About Bike Polo Strategy

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I’m just as guilty as anyone else who writes or talks about what works and what doesn’t work in bike polo. Hell, I’ve use  little wooden figures to help illustrate various positions and strategies and other lies you somehow believed. But I think the truth, when we get down to it, is pretty simple: you just gotta trick the other player into facing the wrong direction/moving the wrong way.

See, the bicycle, for all of it’s wonder and enjoyment, is essentially driven by the principle of constant movement. Ergo, our sport is also driven by the principle of continual movement. The best way to mess up a player is to stop that movement from being able to occur OR by using that movement against them.

I think our sport is one of the few where you can witness another player just give up – and this generally happens when the player they were trying to get the ball from/defend against gets around them. And why is that? Well, most times it’s because that other player is pointing in the direction they mean to go, while the player who gave up is facing/moving the wrong way.

At the core of most strategic moves in our sport is one basic underlying principle: if you get the other player to move or face in the wrong way (and you are moving/facing the right way), you pretty much have the drop on them. At least you do unless you refuse to pedal or can’t control the ball/shoot. Even then, however, it’s possible for a brand new player to be the only one facing the goal , allowing for even the most measly shot to have a better chance than normal.

I think if more players kept this simple principle in mind, they’d be able to pull off more in the sport: you just have to get opposing players facing the opposite way then you want to go. This can come from a mix of teasing them out of position or getting the ball past them on a break away – but however you do it, you’ll find yourself virtually alone for long enough to make a play work out.

The lesson goes the opposite way as well: if you’re trying to get the ball carrier, do everything you can to not be facing the wrong way (the opposite way of the ball carrier). It might feel awesome to strip the ball from the carrier in a dramatic jousty-sort-of move, but if you miss you’ve rendered yourself useless for more than a few seconds.

You’ll Never Get Better: 3 Tips From the Broken Hearts Polo Club

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Here at the broken hearts polo club, we try to…well, I mean, I guess we try…

I don’t even know anymore.

::swings at nearby NAH ball, misses, sighs to himself while rolling off away from person he was talking to::

The truth is, bike polo takes a good amount of skill and practice to even play moderately well. It’s hard to be on a bike and do anything other than riding it (for most people–not for polo players, necessarily). But we forget this as we develop in the sport – we forget that what we’re doing is pretty complicated for the brain to take in and process.

So when we mess up hitting a little ball with a little striking surface while going full tilt at a goal (and a wall), we get really frustrated with ourselves and think “man, I’m just not that good at polo.”

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And you’re half right. Maybe even more than half.

I take lots of time listing the “top skills” needed for polo, but some of the skills that I think are most important are more or less as relevant outside of polo as they are inside of the court: the ability to recognize what you’re doing as difficult, and giving yourself some slack.

The first step is to realize you’re punishing yourself more than anyone else intends to. When you miss three passes in a row, your team mate might give you some jawtime, but  they really shouldn’t mean anything by it. You, on the other hand–you’ll start hating yourself if you aren’t careful. Remember this, broken-hearted player: there is always the next game/next tourney/next year. There is always room to improve, and there is always an “off” day lurking around in your future.

Don’t get hung up on past mistakes either. If you’re going to go all sadface during a particular game, make sure it only stays in that game. There is nothing more sad than watching a player as they spiral down the path of worse and worse play because they’ve lost confidence. Man, that just hurts to see.

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Finally, provide reasons and excuses only if pressed. Your team mates really shouldn’t be grilling you about why you flubbed a shot (if they do, find new team mates and dump those jerksticks), but don’t just offer up a stream of what went wrong – at least not if you feel personally responsible. That isn’t to say that you shouldn’t do an analysis of the game if you think it will help your team or your play in general, but make sure you’re making observations and not just excuses. Nobody needs to hear it, least of all yourself.

Or, if you decide that isn’t good enough for your necessary sadness, just play some Cohen records and look longingly out of a window while thinking about how poor your mallet handling is. That should help, too.

5 things I learned at Masters

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1. Travelling 9 or so hours is reasonable by car: It really wasn’t that bad, honestly. We had good rotation on who was driving (though Lumberjack did do the most wheel time), and we didn’t push ourselves to not stop whenever the mood struck. I’d say we took a wee wee/leg stretch/combo wee and stretch break every 3 hours or so. We also had lots of good conversation and goofing off, which helped even more.

2. GRACIOUS AND OPEN HOSTS OH MY GOD: I have been to a handful of tourneys, but Masters was the first one where I felt truly comfortable the entire time in regards to the hosting club and what they were willing to do. I don’t know if it was just a Midwest thing or what, but when we arrived we were greeted with open arms and open beers. Then we were fed dinner and dessert. And then in the morning we were woken to the smell of egg muffins and vegan muffins. And then we were treated to a full spread picnic lunch about halfway through the tourney.

and then after the tourney, Nick and Krystalynn let anyone who wanted get a shower (which 3M did happily, as we had a nine hour drive ahead of us) and made arrangements for folks to meet up for drinks and food at a local pub.

And during every step I never felt like an inconvenience or unwanted. In particular, Kristalynn was always happy and smiling and going out of her way to help polo players out, and I just can’t express how much that meant to someone who was so far from home and in a strange land.

3. We can kill our heroes: Jon Lomax and Greg Russo have been two of the people I kind of thought invented Eastside polo. They were two folks who I didn’t even imagine myself being able to play against without imploding. At to that duo a third team-mate, Rob Glatfelter (who I never really knew until this tourney but was introduced as a brute force and skillful player via Lomax), and you have little Crusher accepting his fate. But through a mix of two amazing team-mates and drive, we (3M) managed to beat them when we played against them in double elimination.   Read more

The Slow Game: Thoughts from a Turtle

This will probably surprise a lot of you, but try to soldier on and not gasp too loudly at the office: I’m not a very fast player.

YES, YES I KNOW! SCANDAL!

Point in fact, up until recently I really couldn’t quantify my speed in any way, as I was in goal for the majority of play. But now that I’ve gotten a more aggressive bike and forced myself out into the wide world of offensive play, I’d be comfortable in saying that  I’m not going to blow anybody out of the water using speed alone.

For a good long time I tried to just get faster (and I still am, of course, I think it’s fun to see just how fast you can go on a breakaway and to continue testing that limit) or tried to figure out what I was doing wrong. Point in fact, I wasn’t doing anything wrong. Different players are different players, and not everyone plays the same game.

skillzSo, crawling back into myself a little bit, I considered what I could do with my particular skill set that would help me be the best player possible. I came down to these few talents:

  • I think a lot
  • I am fairly court-aware
  • I can read other players with moderate success

I also figured out that I bounce a little when I hit the ground. I don’t know quite what that does for me, but I’m counting it amongst my superpowers.

So what is a player to do when they can think a lot but they are slower than the majority of the pack? Ya gotta out-think ‘em, pal! 

Whenever I get the ball, I start this ( I like to imagine) infuriating march towards the goal. I engage the opposite team head on and use my left-handed-bullshit to keep myself between the other player and the ball. I also know that the most favorite way for the top-notch players in my team is to ride by all quick like–as if to mock my slowness–and steal the ball.

So I just wait for that to happen. I wait for them, to shoot in from the void and attack. Using a little bit of forethought I’m able to pull the ball in/away from myself, resulting in a miss from the speedy player.

And now, friends, they are still under the control of their own momentum while I (turtle that I am), still methodically plod towards the goal.

Ok, actually at this point I’ll start pedaling up to a good speed to shoot and look heroic and shit. That or I’m looking for a team mate who is in a better position now that at least one player from the other team is facing the wrong way.

Does it always work? No, of course not–but I’ve found myself experiencing success with this method much more than what I do when I try to play someone else’s game. If you’re a CAT 1 racer who can zip all around the court, I’m jealous as hell of you–but that doesn’t change that I’m not, and I need (as I think we all should need) to play in a way that compliments what I’m capable of.

YOU'RE GREAT FOR BEING YOU!

YOU’RE GREAT FOR BEING YOU!

Just thought we needed to close with this.

Keep the dream alive! (How to make the best of a losing situation)

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You’re playing slayers–slayers with a capital s: Slayers. They started the game by biting the necks off of whiskey bottles and eating the glass. You look to your left and see your “offensive” player doing something kind of offensive in his pants. You look to your right and see your “defensive” player crawling up the boards to get out of the court.

You’ve had better days at polo.

You start the game and somehow, just after you start blinking and before opening your eyes, the opposing team scores a goal. You begin to say “How” but you only get to the hhhhuuuhhh in how before they steal the ball from your team and score again.

What do they feed these people? Crack rocks and angst?!

Calm down–take a deep breath–old papa Crusher is here to guide you through this experience.
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What I learned at polo: first humid day of the year edition

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I think I drank 120 ounces of Gatorade yesterday. No lie. The one thing I forget all the time about hot weather polo is that the humidity takes the wind out of your sales faster than a tom cat runs from a sidewindin’ grandma’s broom.

I wanted to see how much I could mix that one up. Thanks for following along.

So, after playing for a few hours I was exhausted-to-the-point-of-not-caring-I-smelled. I’m still tired today, and would be more than happy to crawl under a rock and stay there for a few days to recover.

But, alas, that would not make for very interesting blog posting. So here’s a few things I learned yesterday at humidity polo:

1. Pace Yourself: Yeah, you could make that break-away or chase the ball to the other end of the court – but is it worth it? The heat (at least to us Pennsylvanians in the mid-state), gives reason to pause. Your body is only going to let you make big runs so many times before it gets angry with you, so choose that battle wisely. Conserve some energy – especially early in the hot-months – for the whole day.

2. Drink some liquids after every game: Your body is producing lactic acid and also sweating. Both of these things are horrible for your muscles. After each game, take a few swallows of water/sports drink/beer(not really) to keep yourself hydrated and thankful the day after.

3. Ball physics change: if you’ve got a big cooler, chances are your icing your polo balls. If you’re doing that, chances are you’re going to hit Yeager right in the kneecap with a frozen ball and he’ll be passively pissed off and limping for the rest of the day.

Remember to let your hot balls warm up a touch before playing with them to allow some normalcy of play. The hardening of the ball changes how it reacts, and that’s something to keep in mind.

4. Build up your endurance: Yeah, so maybe you want to sit every other game. Hell, that might not be a bad idea overall – but learning to play in the heat is just as important as knowing how to play in the cold. Build up your tolerance to the weather and your ability to keep a level head no matter what the thermometer says.

Breaking Habits

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Habits, we all have them. Some of them are pretty spectacular (like Irish’s habit of hitting the ball really, really hard, or Karl’s habit of defying physics…most days…). But there are also useless habits that polo players can find themselves taking part in.

By way of example, I have the habit of getting to involved in keeping the ball and slowly trudging my way towards goal. I should look around and pass – I should be interacting more with my team. But I just keep on trucking towards the goal in what will inevitably be a missed shot.

I also have the habit of sitting too close to people on the bench and asking personal questions, but I’m comfortable with that one.

So how does one beat a habit in polo? According to research which I will misquote and is more than likely made up, if you do an action something like 30 times (maybe it’s 45. I know it was a number that had numbers in it), it becomes a habit. Using this quasi-science, let’s look at some ways to bust the trend and expand your instincts.  Read more

So You Want to Be a Jerk

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We all know at least one: the jerk at the tourney. The guy who is just good enough that you can’t seem to “teach him a lesson” like you did to that one kid in 2nd grade kickball (right in the nutzzzz), but is also amazingly skilled at raising your cackles and blood pressure. They guy who gives you that little poopy smirk after checking you into the boards or making you tangle yourself up in your own bike.

You can either beat him or join him, and I’m all for giving you the guided tour on how to become the jerk-at-polo. Or, the Jerkalow.

1. Don’t ever say your sorry: pity is for the week. The other guy should have seen your mallet coming towards his face. That’s what face cages are for, anyway.

2. The lion doesn’t lose sleep over the opinion of sheep: oh, the ref is telling you that you’re being too aggressive? Who cares, he’s not the boss of you, and neither is anyone else. 

Jerk3. That “grey” area of polo is there to exploit: It could have been a wheel dick, but it might also be incidental. You may have just hacked, but nobody really saw it other than the guy who is staring at you like you’ve got two heads. Yeah, as long as you can get away with it, you’re fine. It’s the other player’s fault for creating the opportunity, right? They were asking for it.

4. Don’t let go of the last game: THAT DUDE TOTALLY HIT YOUR STEERING ARM ON PURPOSE AND YOU CAN TELL BECAUSE HE SAID “HEY, SORRY” AND “I DIDN’T MEAN TO HIT YOUR STEERING ARM” WHAT A JERKHEAD. Hate him for the rest of the tourney. Hell, hate him for the rest of his life.

5. You made a bad pass? WRONG: they made a bad reception: you don’t do anything wrong. You don’t do anything wrong. You don’t do anything wrong. Make sure you yell at them so they know you don’t do anything wrong.

tumblr_lsiof9AhvZ1qbkh8go1_4006. Don’t tap mallets at the end of a game: remember how bad ass you felt when you walked away after baseball without lining up to shake hands? Remember how all the  other fifth graders would talk about it the next day? Yeah, it still works. Those fifth graders will think you’re the baddest mother around.

 

Just work on  those and you’re sure to be the jerkiest jerk at your next jerkfest. I’m sure you’ll find a team no problem.

Quick Tip: Don’t Make A Bad Thing Worse

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So there is a rudimentary way to tell if someone is a brand spanking new player or if they have been playing for a good long while (pro tip: it’s how much they savor the taste of the first PBR on a hot day) – but it’s also how quickly they try to recover the ball after missing the pass/shot/general handling mistake.

A new player (and, to be fair, even a more experienced player who just never learned this lesson) will try for a shot, miss, and then kinda give up. Even moreso, you’ll see players who miss the pass and then keep going in the same direction they were before (instead of trying to dash for the ball).

Lemme tell you: unless you have a team-mate who is shadowing you or is in a position to recover, you should be the person going for that errant ball.

“But Crusher,” I hear you say “The guy on the other team is already facing the right way and going after the pass I flubbed, wah wah wah wah.”

Yeah, whatever.

You might not be able to get the ball back in control, but you’ll be a fine sight better when it comes to disrupting the upcoming play than you will be if you just keep heading down court whilst gently nudging your handlebar to turn back into the play. Bike polo is great in a lot of ways, and one way that it’s great is simply that it doesn’t allow for pity-parties.

So you missed the shot and the ball careened off of your spokes – great, go get that ball, or at least frustrate the guy or gal who is trying to recover it for themselves.

By trying to recover, you’re stopping a “bad” thing from getting worse. Moreover, you’re giving the rest of your team time to reset (into either a defensive position or into a better one to gain possession of the ball).