The sport of kings, a healthy dose of horses, sport and adrenaline.
A day out at our first Polo match several years ago in Blenheim was an unforgettable experience. I can’t think of a reason why we had never been. Anyway my husband suggested that we go along and give it go, and I must admit that I was a tiny bit excited. Who am I kidding anything to do with horses and I’m there in a heartbeat! Now several seasons later and its a day out enjoying the sport and getting to know a few of the riders, support crews and family. The sound of galloping hooves across the field ridden with skill and adrenaline had my heart racing. Why did I not give this sport a go as a kid, its like pony club games on steroids. I have to say I was impressed with my female sisters out there giving the men a dam good run for their money. Team spirit and healthy competition these guys and girls certainly earned a Heineken or two after the matches . The team of ponies could turn on a dime and ears pinned back , the race to get rider and mallet to the ball. The rules are not hard to learn. I must admit my only dang moment was there was no champagne or VIP tent to have a gawk at the who’s who of society. Dress code at local club level is my cuppa tea, gumboots, shirt and jeans and essential items are a chilly bin laden with food essentials and a few cold beverages as well as the old thermos for coffee if needed but why bother when there are perfectly good coffee carts offering the good oil. It’s hard to find a sport where both parties love and for us we both are keen polo supporters, but to be fair I think Phil knows more about the sport than I do. We just both wish that we had given the sport a try. Sadly the season has ended, but we look forward to the next one!