04-18-2013, 12:50 AM
Games like this are only dangerous if you don't abide by the rules! No one really wants to damage their horses in these exchanges.
When I played polo, however, sometimes the horses did not abide by the rules and were far more competitive than their riders! But you're right; my ponies were always polite and stood looking at me on the floor (again) wondering what I was doing there. They were probably a bit annoyed I'd stopped the game...
My many crashes on the polo field convinced me that face guards (masks?) were not all they were cracked up to be (pardon the pun) as watching a few people go head first into the ground at pace always required an ambulance and a good dentist whereas a fall wearing an ordinary helmet may leave one with a broken peak and a head ache, but not that often hospitalised.
Edit: By the looks of it, the chaps in the photograph look as if they are wearing Soviet tank crew safety head gear!
When I played polo, however, sometimes the horses did not abide by the rules and were far more competitive than their riders! But you're right; my ponies were always polite and stood looking at me on the floor (again) wondering what I was doing there. They were probably a bit annoyed I'd stopped the game...
My many crashes on the polo field convinced me that face guards (masks?) were not all they were cracked up to be (pardon the pun) as watching a few people go head first into the ground at pace always required an ambulance and a good dentist whereas a fall wearing an ordinary helmet may leave one with a broken peak and a head ache, but not that often hospitalised.
Edit: By the looks of it, the chaps in the photograph look as if they are wearing Soviet tank crew safety head gear!
Moi Watson
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, Merlot in one hand, Cigar in the other; body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming "WOO HOO, what a ride!
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, Merlot in one hand, Cigar in the other; body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming "WOO HOO, what a ride!