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How Crusher Got His Groove Back

Crusher Irish and Ted Lancaster United Bike Polo

When I got my new polo bike, two things happened: I became much better at taking risks and challenges on offense, and I became much worse at defending the goal.

The first bit (becoming better at offense (in that I was willing to actually go on offense more)) was just fine by me, but I was really upset about my goal game going to the birds. I prided myself, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, on my brick wall goal tending.

The Iron Curtain.

The lead shield they use on your junk during dental X rays.

That was me – that was my role in the dynamic of a team.

But then I got my sweet new whip and I kinda lost that ability. I chalked it up to my wheel base being different, my dependence on those big wheels compared to my much smaller 26ers now, and just a general learning curve.

Well my friends, for reasons which will elude me, it seems I’ve got my groove back. Took plenty of time to get here (what, like months and months now), but I think the last pickup day fleshed out that the skill is still there, it was just taking a little breather.

got his groove back

No real lesson here, just wanted to share the happiness. Onward and Upward (and you’re welcome for that picture).

I Can’t Quit You

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I have not been playing much polo for the past 3 months. I made up a bunch of excuses as to why I was going to be taking a break. Excuses. Tell me the last time an excuse was the whole truth… Quite simply my life was getting out of balance, and setting polo aside for a season was one of the more easy steps toward restoring balance. I let life trump polo. You say life IS polo. I say it is not. Read more

Polo Tonight was Interesting, or How We Almost Hid the Body of a 17 Year Old.

One of the great frustrations for most of us polo players is the lack of our own facility. Much like professional curlers or caber tossing – we are on the outs of public facilities. This helps explain why we are so overjoyed when we can find and successfully use a place to play our sport.

It also makes us very protective. Like, wolverine hissing over a carcass protective.

I’m telling you all of this to go into the story of tonight’s polo game, where we pretty much encountered the 2011 representation of teenage angst:

Polo, Bike Polo, Lancaster City Bike Polo, Hardcourt Bike Polo

There is a useful article on page 14 about using mentos and mouth wash to cover up the smell of cigarettes from your mom!

I don’t actually know who that fella is above, but it’s pretty much what we saw tonight.

So the story goes like this: Read more

And now for something completely different

Note from the editor: I like to think that Lancasterpolo.com promotes the free expression of the club. In that vein, here is…something…that Trace wrote up and sent to me.

Evolution of a polo addiction (must be read out loud in caveman/woman voice – the video will help)

 

 

  • Me go play polo on Redline Monocog. Me no idea how fun it be.
  • Giggle like cavegirl for 18 hour straight after play first time.
  •  Me ‘find” corrugated plastic sign. Make wheel cover. Me no make good circle.

 

  • Me want make mallet!!!
  • Me go shopping at Salvation Army. Read more

Player Profile on 321 POLO: Matt Messman Messenger, Elder of Hardcourt Polo

Came across an outstanding article put together by the cats over at 321 POLO! wherein they interview Matt Messman Messenger about the beginnings of Polo (seeing as though, you know, he was there and all).

Here’s a slice:

Being one of the forefathers of Hardcourt, do you fall into the “Diy or die!” camp, or are you excited about any possibilities that major sponsors could do for our sport?

[Messenger]: It has always been DIY for polo for me. I still think the whole sport is DIY, from guys making podium software for tournaments to polo peeps making and building bikes and other gear. Just how big can the sport get on a DIY basis, I hope big. I know I would like to host a few specialty tournaments myself. Only recently have I spent more money on bikepolo gear. but still not that much as I see others. Before it was just recycling anything to make my bike/mallet go the distance. This has all to do with the competition. Competition is what is going to bring in sponsors to the sport as well as popularity. I am working on a sponsorship package for the 2013 season.

 

Read the article here. Well done 321 POLO!, this is a great article.

When Bike Polo Just Sucks

Bad days of polo just happen. Days when you want to say goodbye to the sundry pleasures of the mallet and go back to your small artisan coffee shop to serve out watered down cappuccino to hairy knuckled “underground” artists. I’d be comfortable in saying that it’s nobody’s fault but your own 9/10 times, and that you’ve just got to suck it up and take the punches.

For reference, please see my last pissy post about such a night.

While I don’t consider myself a polo superstar (superstars, for instance, would know how to pedal), I do think after a year of playing I should have the basics of the sport down.

But Wednesday night proved me to be as skilled at playing bike polo as a mime is at having self respect.

Now, I’m not saying that I play horribly all of the time. Most nights I do pretty well for myself and, at the very least, carry my own weight on the team. But Wednesday night was literally the WORST NIGHT OF POLO I’VE EVER PLAYED OMG 4REAL. Read more

Was there life before polo?

On April 1oth, 2010 my relationship with the bicycle changed.

Early April 2010:

Ted and I are looking for some form of bicycle community here in Lancaster, not the Lycra clad, pretty boy, Lexus driving variety either, something more organic. We want to find people with passion for and a commitment to the bicycle. Period. Trolling the web at Square One Coffee we stumble upon Lancaster City Bike Polo’s Facebook page. Our curiosity is piqued.

April 10th, 2010:

Cuppy and Kyle from LCBP introduce me to this bicycle polo thing. Kyle gives me a mallet and I feel as though I have just been given Excalibur though it is really just a ski pole with a piece of gas pipe on the end. We hit the ball around and listen to Kyle wondering where everyone else is. “More players next time Trace, thanks for coming out.” I ride home, Excalibur mallet in hand, not fully comprehending what I just experienced.

Later in April 2010:

More players DO show up. I play my first game of bicycle polo. The stars align. Birds are singing. I crash far more often than a sober person should. I can’t stop giggling like a little girl.

Spring 2010 to present: I suffer from polo addiction. There is only one cure.