I went to a polo match on Saturday and here's a picture of me starting the game:
|Photo by Clint Spaulding, Bridgehampton, Connecticut|
Just kidding. That's not really me, and that's not where I was.
I was here in Kings Valley, Oregon. To be honest, I'm more at home in a place like this than in the Hamptons, or at least how I imagine the Hamptons to be, since I've never actually been there.
Kings Valley is where the OSU Polo Club plays, and I tagged along with my friend Mary to watch.
We're not fancy people here in Oregon.
We don't mind playing on the dirt floor of a dumpy arena.
It was hard taking pictures of fast-moving animals galloping in the dark, but I tried. The ref paused his sweating horse for a second, creating a brief opportunity for a focused shot.
Mostly it was a blur of colors and action, which is kind of cool too.
OSU's varsity women won their match over Idaho.
On a patch of grass outside, a separate match was happening, this one played with croquet mallets and imaginary horses: the future team of Oregon State University polo?
Hey, it wasn't fancy but it was fun.