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Lancaster United Halloween Pickup

Carter dressed up as a polo player.

Well, our dress-up day here in Lancaster was a great time, and only a few of us weren’t willing/didn’t have time to participate in the festivities of old hallow’s eve. We had a Satyr, a steampunk airship pilot, a polo player (kindof looked like Bruce if he quit trimming his beard and hair), A viking, and Lumberjack with a gas mask on, among others I’m probably forgetting.

And me: I tried to go for a skeleton faced fellow, but I had to hurry up and I came out looking more like a Juggalo. Still counts.

Anyway, it was a great time, and I’m very happy we did it.

And, for other Halloween treats, check out the links below to posts I wrote last Halloween– spooky scary!

Reflections on Worlds, A Reporter’s Dairy

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Editor’s Note: this post is going to be a bit different than what I normally do. Just bear with me and let me know if it was alright. Worlds is kinda huge, and I am going at talking about it a few ways. This is one of them.

Day 1:

The woman who drives the white van is named Joelle, and she is as full of laughs as she is spritey. She smiles whenever conversation comes up between the four of us (Machine, Lomax, herself, and me), which makes me feel like we aren’t inconveniencing her though I’m sure driving polo players back and forth across Weston isn’t anyone’s idea of fun.

This is the first time I’ve met Machine in person, and he’s exactly what I expect him to be: full of quick stories, turns of phrase and songs that are never without customization. Lomax, my room-mate and brother in second-breakfast arms, busts his chops the whole way to the court.

2013-10-17 14.48.00We get to the court sometime around 9am and the Sun (which deserves that capital S) is already making sure that we know just where we are. I can feel it digging past my clothing and taking root in my bones. I remember to put on sunscreen. I remember to take my heart pill. I remember how much I was looking forward to the colder weather of PA and how horribly far I am from that in Florida. My pith helmet, which was more or less a joke up to this point, begins to become a necessity. I am thankful it exists and that I have it.

The rounds begin in earnest a bit late, which is expected. Chandel seems stressed but who wouldn’t be? She has just enough time to shake my hand before bolting off to see about refs and judges, which will become a running theme throughout the first day of the tourney.

The games in the morning are about what one would expect to see, with all the little tells that each team gives: Call Me Daddy serving up smooth, clean passes and not so clean body on body contact; Nasty Boys tuning their game to match competitors, Wooly Bullies setting the pace of games as much as they can. It’s there if you can see it, if you’re actually looking for how teams are shaking off the dust of travel and remembering the muscles of their hands. It’s entertaining to watch the competitiveness spring back inside of them after the initial loss or win.

By noon I am completely shot, having not played a single game. The sun has drained out any sort of energy I had and instead fills me with the want of water and food, which I under satisfy with the watering stations the organizers have established and an occasionally offered cookie. I have not planned for eating while at the courts, and the forgetfulness makes me feel lonely and foolish.

I make it a point to interview players–I tuck myself away to begin writing the article for Urban Velo that I’ve been sent down here to complete. I try to get away from the heat and the tiredness it grows, but in the end I shamble back to Fixcraft’s tent to grab my camera, thanking Sean once again for the use of his under-table space.

I find that people here know me. They recognize the name and the dumb headware. They give me their hand and perhaps enough time to interview before they excuse themselves away. I don’t put up much of a fight, as I don’t know how it feels to play at Worlds, and I’m hesitant to have them believe I am so egotistical to take them away from meeting with team-mates.

Still, I do pull a few aside and get some words from them. Occasionally they come up to me with an idea or suggestion for an article, so I listen, because I’m not sure if the Florida sun is planning to bake away my intelligence or not. I smile and take notes and appreciate how excited they are to tell me what they’d like to write about. Truly I am. It’s less work for me, after all.

WHBPC2013 (164)The games over all feel like any other tournament I’ve been too, which is remarkably disappointing. Sure, there are more languages being spoken than English and Bad English, but overall there is the same lethargic camaraderie, the same we’ve-been-here-before-edness. Maybe that’s just how polo feels in general: some sort of class reunion where everyone is happy to see each other, but doesn’t want to admit to being too excited by it.

I meet Sweet Jenn (Mr. Do is a bit busy with figuring out set-up), and she hugs me like a longtime friend. She has a smile that makes me feel like there is nothing else in the world but what we are talking about, and I kind-of forget to be clever. Instead I just say “thanks” a bunch of times and then excuse myself to find a way back to the hotel.

Eventually I meet up with Evan, Neil and Brett, who not only make it a point to share everything they have with me, but also to act as old friends though I’ve only met them at Masters earlier in the year. Still, the kindness does a lot to quell the lingering feeling that I’m out of place, and the beer and tacos we share after we leave the courts (point in fact, after they take me back to the hotel in their truck) sets me on a good path to sleeping. When I get back to the room, it is still empty, and I do some more writing before Megan and Lomax arrive and we talk a bit before falling asleep fitfully.

Day 2:
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355 Pictures of the World Hardcourt Bike Polo Championship 2013

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Just navigate your sweet self over here to see all the (decent) pictures I took of the event. Make sure to stop on back in a little bit to read my first post about all of the excitement, too. (Please?!)

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Pictures from Lancaster United Happy Funtime Tourney

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This past weekend Lancaster United hosted a fun-time tourney: a regular three man/woman/horse tourney followed by a bench format, then followed by some more pickup. We had a great turnout and lots of fun to be had.

As is often the case, I brought along my little camera and snapped away some pictures. Notably this one of the WINNERS OF THE 3 man/woman/horse tourney:

Lancaster United Pick-up tourney (81)Rodney, Liz, and Brian who are:

  • The best polo players in
  • The best polo team
  • In the universe (is that close to what you told me to write, Liz?)

The winners of the Bench format game are altogether not important, as neither Liz nor I were on that team. Who says winner write histories?

Anyway, here are handfuls of pictures (after the jump) from the day. Enjoy!

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And then there’s Alias

While Troy was posting up selected pictures from our happy fun times after polo, Alias seized the opportunity to use power point – which is a phrase I never thought I’d write in my lifetime.

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Father’s Day Polo Pictures and Special Guest

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Father’s Day (a day when I normally cuddle into all the pillows I can find and scream “I have no fatherrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!”) turned out better than expected when Lancaster United decided to break out the wieners and have a good ol’ polo BBQ. Add to that the enjoyment of finally meeting the notorious Nick Kruse (up from Missouri and relocating to Philadelphia) and playing a few games with him, and you’ve got a pretty spectacular day of polo.

Troy’s wife, Gretchen, brought along her camera and took some much-better-than-what-I-can-possibly-take pictures. Here, look:

158 Pictures from The Masters in Indianapolis 2013

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Oh, Friends.

I had the most wonderful tourney experience this past weekend, but before I go into the amaze-balls Indianapolis club that put it together, Nick and Krystalynn’s gracious open home, or my general tedium with strategy and lessons learned, I thought  I’d get my pictures up. So here they are! (after the jump, that is)  Read more

Pickup Pictures: RVA and Lancaster

Here are 70 some pictures from my day at RVA featuring DC, RVA, C-ville, and Lancaster, and my typical wonderful Sunday pickup back home. enjoy the frivolity! Read more

St. Patrick’s Day Pickup

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Irish Coffee, drinks in flasks, and a not-at-all jig by Gene & Ted. All in all, a fun day!

First, the Dancing:

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270ish Pictures of Eastside Thaw

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I’ll let the pictures do the talking, except for this little ditty here: great time, great people, great experience. Had a lot of great conversations with cool cats and I hope to make some new super polo buddies from this.

I am so lonely…

Anyway, here’s your heaping spoonful of imagery: Read more