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The Thunderdome Days Are Over

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I’m going to call it. The violent days of bike polo are behind us, and we’ve now entered the technical/skills phase. Let it be written.

Honestly though – I don’t think I’m going out on  limb when I make that observation. Even if you’re just looking at it from a how-many-mallets-have-I-destroyed-in-a-tourney ratio, it’s clear that we’re doing a lot less slashing, crashing, and…uh…splash…ing?

stolen from LOBP

stolen from LOBP

When I first started playing bike polo, our club was very rough and tumble–I think  a lot of clubs still were all the way back in 2011 (try to remember that long ago). There was a huge likelihood of burning through all your mallets at a tourney, taco-ing a wheel and having at least one person get the NAH Balls kicked out of them. Players who were able to bring the pain generally did very well, in a Master Blaster sort of way (see how I tied that back in – MFA is paying off right now).

But that’s not the case anymore – or at least isn’t the majority style of play. Instead, we have very technical teams winning tourneys, which drives players overall to be more about finesse than brute strength, which is both good and bad. Good, I’d say, for the sport as a whole. Bad for those of us that want to go to work and feel like we’ve been at the place we do not talk about. Lookin’ at you, Mr. Durden.

rockawaybikepoloWhat does this mean? The implications are multi-fold: for one thing, bike polo equipment producers can start making equipment that is more suited to weight/ability rather than surviving a gorilla attack. It also makes our sport a bit more accessible to new players (it’s hard to watch people hurt the hell out of each other and then not worry about how you’ll survive your first matches for some people – go figure). It also means that rules become much more important for the sake of sportsmanship and not for the sake of stopping people from killing eachother. Believe it or not, bike polo uses a lot of gentlemen’s rules (I would go for the whole “gentlemen/women thing, but it comes off as trying to hard. You know what I’m saying), with the number one rule in bike polo being a more crude way of saying “treat everyone with mutual admiration and respect, hear hear.”

As the sport continues to progress–and the players progress right along with it–I would not be surprised to see whole tourneys where checking becomes more technical than brutal (that is, simply stopping the play though contact and not trying to slam someone against the boards for drama’s sake). There are still players out there who excel at bringing the physical game – and I for one still like that element very much – but I can see those players giving way to a more technical sort of playing.

So you could say, really, that we’re Beyond The Thunderdome?! Hahahaha I did it!

What do you think?

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.

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).

Should I Shoot Or Should I Pass? The Answer Is Yes.

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There’s been a lot of hub-bub in the ranks of Lancaster United (by a lot I mean there has been a few emails here and there between four or five players) about working on our passing game. It becomes painfully apparent that the get-the-ball, shoot-the-ball-as-much-as-possible game is great within our own ranks, but it’s pretty damned useless against other clubs. We want to do better when we go out to play with the other kids, so we decided to dedicate time during pickup for a just-passing game.

And we were horrible. I mean, really bad. Try to imagine a seal playing bike polo and you’ll pretty much have the experience. We kept at it for a few games until I became frustrated and just started to play like I always do (which, really, isn’t far from a seal playing bike polo), and that was that.

St Patricks Day Pickup (20)I don’t think that we should steer away from working on what we aren’t good at (hell, that’s something I say on this blog all the time), but there is a level of commitment that can be damaging to your game and even your own level of enjoyment. When we decided to “have a passing game” we abandoned all other aspects of the game as a whole: shooting, blocking, laughing ,etc. We focused so intently on passing that we forgot the point of polo isn’t to pass. Read more

The RVA Pickup Day: An Unexpected(ly successful) Journey

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A little while ago Horse Invited me to travel down to Richmond, Virginny, for a big pickup day between multiple clubs (I honestly can’t remember all of them, but I want to say it was Lancaster, DC, RVA, and Charlottesville, maybe?). Naturally I was up for it as an irresponsible escape from completing my thesis for the MFA, so I signed on to travel with my fellows:

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Yeager

 Irish

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 Horse

Horse

 Me

Me

 

The pickup day was Sunday, which was fortunate as I received my new mallet stuff to test from Fixcraft on Friday and I had all of Saturday to walk around the house with it, frightening the cat. On Sunday I woke up around 5:30, put on my polo outfit (something off the shoulder, you know, for the boys), and went to pick up Horse.

2013-04-28 08.00.03We were supposed to meet Irish at Cycleworks at 7 AM sharp, so naturally Horse slept in until I was at his doorstep and stumbled onto the sidewalk with little knowledge as to what was actually happening. AND THEN WE WERE OFF!

…to Sheetz to get some breakfast. We agreed that if Irish wanted to stop somewhere, we’d just tell him we hadn’t eaten and then eat again. Ah, the joys of being big.

So we met up with Irish, loaded his Suburban, picked up Yeager, and were off. We stopped at a rest stop which had Ice cream and Red Bull, so I got that too, because go to hell, that’s why.

And then we looked, just casually, at the radar. Read more