Avoiding Crisis


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no. i’m not going to talk about Ralph Lauren. (Which, btw, happens to be the first thing that google spits out when you search for “polo”)

i;m talking about polo, real polo, the polo that existed way before the fashion brand, the sport of polo.

and, why, i know you’re wondering, would I be talking about polo.

Because right now is the Campeonata Abierto Argentina, considered the most important ….

A little history on Argentina and Polo.

well, a little while back my dear husband read an article (i think it was in Outside Magazine and I think it was more like a sidebar than an article) of 10 things you should do before you die. And low and behold on that list was attend the Argentine Open Polo Championship. And seeing how we live in Argentina, and the Open is in Palermo a mere 30 minutes from our house, we just had to go.

So, we bought tickets. The open lasts for 4 weeks with games on each Saturday and Sunday of the first 3 weeks and the final on the 4th Saturday. We bought tickets for the entire event, which is how most people get tickets. You buy what is called an Abono. Which just equates to season tickets. Anyhow, you buy the entire event just so that you ensure you can get tickets to the finals – which is the entire reason anyone who isn’t really that in to polo would want to go to this event. Lucky for us, Abbey’s dance recital falls on the same day as the finals, so we won’t be going. Instead we’ll head to at least one match per weekend.

Out first introduction to Polo came this past weekend. Having never seen a polo match before – not live, not on television – I was a bit confused and lost and hopeless really. I found the game a bit difficult to follow. Still, the game was at the same time intriguing, beautiful, dangerous, yet often boring, but at times edge of your seat exciting.

The seats we were able to get were on the sunny side – they are by far not the best seats, nor the most expensive, but at the same time they aren’t the worst either. Needless to say we weren’t on the people watching posh come only to be seen side of the field.

But we did venture over the the other side to check it out. About half way through the match my husband and a male friend of ours decided that they needed a beer – because like all American men they strongly feel that no sport experience is complete without a beer.

We headed over the the “nice” side and went to the Chandon tent – a sponsor of the open – and bought 3 Stellas- another sponsor.

And this is where the Polo experience really got interesting. And it had nothing to do with the game itself.

blah, blah, blah…something about dumb drunk blond americans

Next week we head back to Palermo to catch another match or two, but this time with the kids.


Written by nicolemarie

December 31, 2007 at 8:26 pm

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