The parentals were in town this weekend and we decided to finally partake in that timeless horsey tradition, and attend the polo match. Possibly one of my dreams come true!! I must say that I expected more hats and less shorts, but perhaps I've just watched "Pretty Woman" too many times. Couldn't have asked for a more beautiful day, bright and sunny, low humidity.
If you've never seen polo played, it's a seriously intense sport. Think hockey, remove the ice, add 8 horses and a much heavier stick. Dad spent the whole time calling it like a soccer match. I don't know why more people don't go, other than the hefty drive outside the city. (For those of us who party inside the Beltway, it takes a lot to motivate going outside our little ring.)
BUT ANYHOO - This is SO worth it.
I wish I knew some polo cheers right now!!
Mallets raised high - it takes a LOT of strength for that!! The winners got to take a Porsche home. Gorgeous cloudy sky.
Divot stomping!The parentals made their mark on the field.
This is my dad. He juggles. Even polo balls.
Labels: Baltimore, family, polo