Polo in dear’ol Manhattan was incredible this past weekend. Generally flooded with twenty or more enthusiasts (we’re all getting old, and that sounds like a nice, dorky word for us) on a hot Sunday afternoon, under ten of us were in attendance. Competitive players all, we hammered it out for about five hours of heaven.
In one of the few games I sat I figured I’d walk around with the’ol shutter-machine. Close is good. Close is really what I’m into lately with polo. Standing on goal-cones (as out-of-play as I can be while still being literally surrounded by the beasts), walking the perimeter hoping for a nice chase, and otherwise getting just close enough without interfering too much.
And to the best veggie sandwich in New York, a delicious thank you. The house-made soda was superb as well. Check’em out http://tinysgiantnyc.com/#1