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No one is sure when stick first met ball, but the game of polo has been around for over 2,500 years and is arguably the oldest team sport in history. First believed to have originated after the wild horse was domesticated by the tribes of Central Asia, polo was soon adopted as a training method for the King's cavalry as regiments spread through Asia Minor, China, and the Indian sub-continent. In the 1800's, British tea planters saw polo played in India but it was not until the 1850's that the British cavalry designed the first rules for polo. By the late 1870's, the game was as common in England as Yorkshire Pudding.
Esteemed American publisher James Gordon Bennett brought polo to New York in 1876. By the turn of the century, polo clubs were scattered across the East Coast. Further south, British pioneers in the Argentine pampas began playing polo when they weren't farming. The sport spread swiftly amongst the gauchos and in the late 1800's, polo clubs popped up in Argentina at lightning speed. The River Plate Polo Association was founded in 1892 and was the birthplace of what is today known as Asociación Argentina de Polo. Since then, Argentina has been widely-considered the professional polo mecca of the world.
Our Argentinean Polo is the uniform those skillful players brandish as they rip across the field through six chukkas. Authentic, comfortable, and one-of-a-kind.
Everyone has a favorite, a one-of-a-kind item they wear on special occasions - and not so special occasions. Tell me, what's yours?
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Hi Paolos, Did you also get the Velveteen Rabbit again today and then come to this sight via "Today's discussion?" Perhaps Mr. P. is trying to find out just how much we well go through to meet up with each other. And by the way, Ivan has been missing for two days.
Miss Rusty Ivan is never missing, just busy. Although I would have been extremely amazed if he had chimed in yesterday about his teddy bear or stuffed monkey. I imagine most of his stuffed animals are wall trophies.This will be a good topic for him once he finds it. I know nothing about polo although I did watch the water polo finals in the olympics. If Mr. Peterman puts one of those skull caps in the owners' manual, I am all in. That has the potential for a one of a kind item. Regarding how I got here, I am a mind pop, there is no telling where, when, why or how I will appear.
Welcome to the other side of the looking glass if you've made it this far.
Ok who wants to be the mad hatter at this tea party? I'll be the door mouse.
My grandfather played polo for Walt Disney and MGM studios, it eventually killed him
http://nachista.blogspot.com/2012/03/unknown-logan-celebrity-gordon-westcott.html
Both of my parents have always been very cautious around horses, so it must have been a shock to have 2 of their 4 girls end up being horse crazy kids. They never actively discouraged us from riding with our friends but they always made sure we knew the risks and took precautions. I have never seen either one of them on a horse in my life. Although my mom has become a huge fan of televised rodeo and equestrian events in recent years, so I'm hoping one of these days I'll actually get her up on a horse.
I have a dog instead of a horse, and even though you can't really ride a dog, they eat much less of your time and money, and people don't frown on you keeping a dog inside your house.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y_PZPpWTRTU
You're so right about Ivan, Paolos. He's probably off doing good knowing him.
Handsome granddad, Nachista. Neat to have a celebrity in the family.
In the summer the polo matches are just down the road from me. Great way to spend a Friday evening.
I know that I should never play polo, I can't walk and chew gum at the same time, so riding and swinging a mallet is out of the question.
That reminds me of a Woody Allen movie line:
"You don't have to see a shrink. There's nothing wrong with you that can't be cured with a little Prozac and a polo mallet."
MISS RUSTY, PAOLOS, Villagers All !!!
Good Day to You !!!
Right You Are, Paolos ... Blessedly busy around this time, each year, making early preparations for Rosh HaShanah, or the Jewish New Year ... Pre-Obama, and the deadly disasters of Obamanomics, planning was easier and did not require so much advanced time, as discretionary Funds were more available to the Community, and we didn't have to, "Save Up" to ensure a proper supply of Good Stuff for celebrations ... We have a little over a month to go ... Of course, I enjoy the preparations as much as the celebrations ... the Fellowship with the Community, the Cooking, the Wine Tasting(to be sure it is strictly Kosher ... sometimes takes a while to be sure, and several decanters must be fully tested ... Fortunately, that is a thing that can be done, cautiously and slowly, while plying some other art ... altho it can be said for some that, Tuning Exhausts for a newly built Engine is better done before the day after a lengthy Tasting ... The noise tends to rattle one's teeth, considerably .......
Polo is a Great Game, that I enjoy watching, immensely ... In my youth, I played at it some, and wasn't too bad ... but back problems were soon to preclude my further participation in the Sport ... Besides, it is difficult to Ride and swing a Mallet, while holding a Glass ... Love to watch the Game ....... The Cadillac Polo Club of Houston is a bunch of Good Ole Boys, who ride Top Quality Cutting Horses, to play the Game ... Highly appropriate for Texas ... it is no stretch to imagine that if a Horse can Cut Cattle and see each move of the Animal coming, and counter-move accordingly, smoothly, seemingly effortlessly ... that following and controlling a little White Ball should be Duck Soup!!! All a Rider need do is stay in the saddle, and let the Horse do all the work ... I fed a Friend of mine's Horse a handful of Triscuits once ... and the Horse got to where he would look for me in the crowd, between Chukkas, get get another Treat ... Love the Game !!!
Speak of the devil ;)
I know nothing about polo. The last sentence of Mr P's missive~ I am in mourning because my very favourite jeans have become too worn. When they were presentable, they were suitable for most occasions. Over the years, I have owned various garments that I loved and felt sad when it was time for them to go to the big recycling place for fabrics and wool. Some of the Olymic athletes mentioned wearing thier 'lucky' socks or other garments.
For comfort and style, this has been my favorite one of a
kind.
http://www.petermanseye.com/photos/609861
Back in my "glory days", I was competitive in a variety of equestrian events but never exposed to polo. Considering that I was horseback before I could walk, I feel cheated now to have never experienced a polo match. My paternal grandfather was a jockey & loves to share stories of his short lived career. I think nachista's story of her grandfather is an incredible heritage! Loved the pictures as well...
I did spend several years in the cutting horse industry & it was my favorite 'event' per say...If I'm ever in the Houston area, I will make a point to see the Cadillac Polo Club in a match...I have a broodmare now that has great cutting horse bloodlines. This has really piqued my interest!
Like you, Jalopkin, spending so many years on the back of a horse has done considerable damage to the back of this human. I still wouldn't trade the experiences for anything!
As for items to wear on special occasions, I have some vintage hats that I LOVE, but rarely get a chance to wear. I'm old fashioned and feel like I was born out of time. I would have been perfectly happy putting on my dress, stockings, heels, hat, and gloves and going out on the town. Some how date night just doesn't feel as special in jeans and a hoodie, more comfortable, but just not as special.
more on the honor rollNachista - Handsome grandfather! There's a face and rep to be proud of!
Ivan - You are so right about those action sports and the libation! I thought that was why they say, "Don't drink and drive..." You might spill your drink!
Good on you for your preparations for Rosh Hashana and other celebrations.
Hazel - Time to give yourself permission to go shopping for new, soft, prewashed jeans.
No experience with polo, water or otherwise. Seems a lot like golf to me....chasing that little ball around has yet to attract my interest. I have been to a polo match. I read my book in my lap, and enjoyed the colorful crowd.
nachista! You the Queen of Mediocrity? NEVER!!!! How handsome he was! Of course, to have as lovely a descendant as you, then he HAD to have been gorgeous!
I volunteer to be the mad hatter as I am, ahem, mad about hats! Have several equestrienne hats, although never having had the courage to actually wear one to an equestrienne event (as I don't know how to ride dressage, but would love to learn if anyone is offering) I wouldn't know if I was wearing it correctly or not.
Ivan, I once knew a professor that actually got a contract in the Yakima Valley to test all the vineyards'' products for radioactivity (being in proximity to the Hanford site...with is another story for my own little page and not to bore everyone to tears with here)! I volunteered to take his place (or at least be an unpaid assistant) but alas, it was no-go.
Polo! A game I never played and never want to as you ride hell bent for leather and pray you don't fall off! I guess I would be the #4 player, the defensive one, as I always seem to duck whenever things come whizzing by my face at over 100 miles per hour. I DO love the shirt, however! Dale Earnhardt's old number, if I recall correctly. Mr. P...how appropriate. Also, as #3 is the Master Tactician...
My favorite apparel would be difficult to select...I love an old shirt I had to make (because they aren't sold as far as I can find) with Sir Purr (the Carolina Panthers' mascot) on the front---beautiful stadium, if anyone out there is from Charlotte), but then I also have an old windbreaker of my uncle's (he died at age 29...50 years ago this years, as a matter of fact) that always gives me comfort when things are down (and, yes Graygoose, I do have it out now). I also LOVE to dress up, so there are several dresses I could make my favorite...unfortunately, they are now residing in Mr. P's warehouse...there to languish for lack of a loving mistress to utilize them!
Hats! Chapeau Noir. Qu'est-ce que c'est?
nachista, just read your last post! We'll have to trade hat photos! I have found eBay to be a great source of vintage hats...gotta love those old dames! They knew a hat when they saw one! You ought to see some of my Grandmother's!
After seeing Bob Wagner as Alexander Monday in It Takes a Thief, I got myself a Nehru Jacket, ivory in color that I wore with black tuxedo pants to school dances. I had some zip up Beatle Boots and before I went John Lennon sported 60's bangs. The coat just disappeared at a party and I've often wondered where it was. Today I wear my J Peterman Mandarin shirt w/shirt tail out, jeans and boots and sing Morning Girl by Philharmonic Neon Orchestra at cocktail parties. No one listens.
Dear Villagers,
I, as usual, went back and read the last of yesterday's postings, and the outpouring of concern and caring had me in floods. Thanks to you all for your compassion. You are my favorite thing to have right now!
As you can tell from the "perkiness," my Pooka is better today, one day up and one down. As things go on she'll continue to slide, but I can't have them slip her the needle while she still has that Pooka "spark" in her eye. When she loses that it will be time.
You are all wonderful! I'm going to go cry now!
Apropos of nothing…well, mostly nothing…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kDR2fXoHdQw
I wonder if there are even enough Kings alive to field a team.
There are the Sacramento Kings and the LA Kings but I doubt many of them
play polo in the off season. Then we have Carole King, BB King, Stephen
King, Nat King Cole, Larry King, King Kong and King Crimson. We have
Hiking and Biking, Sinking and Thinking. Speaking of, I think it's time
I stop. I wonder if we will hit two bits today. I wonder if we get an extra ten hours tomorrow to make up for lost time. There, Ginger, I am done being wonderful. Maybe I am just flat out done.
Paolos, there's King of the Hill...but we don't want to leave it at that...
Greetings Polo, even with the elegant image problem, is really lots of fun to watch. Have it here in Wilmington every now and then when somebody or group of somebodies get together and "put one on" (if there's mula to be had or made"}. Now as far as the jersey...I alway wanted to purchace that "one of a kind" but ...you can only wear it once in the same croud {I don't belong to many crouds} and it's only available in #3. My luck, Stoney and I would show up at the same function, wearing the same shirt...with the SAME NUMBER!!
Not cool.
OK... CROWD Stupid auto fill...
CAPTAIN !!!
Very Good to see You !!! Trust All is Well With You .......
You really shouldn't deprive us of your wit, for so long .......
We'll see in a couple of hours if the Hall Monitor is asleep at the switch again tonite .......
My favorite one of a kind article is a sweater I bought from JP a couple years ago...can't remember the name, but it's merino wool from Ireland, knee length, big wooden buttons in front and it has a big, square collar...I absolutely LOVE it. It's the most beautiful sweater I've ever had and if anything ever happens to it, well, perish the thought..."Santa" brought it to me last year...we took the family to a little log cabin in Colorado that used to be a post office at the turn of the 19th century. It sits along a mountain stream with hot springs right out the back door...the deer came up to our doorstep each day begging for crumbs...The perfect sweater, the perfect holiday...
I got nothin' cept I just LOVE horses. They try to please all the time. Horses were our first means of transportation taking us into war and then giving us the pleasure of their company. Such a magnificient animal, I dream of them sometimes and wake up with tears.
Happy tears?
Freedom tears :)
Ivan, when is Rosh Hashanah this year? Bless you Ivan, for the work you do.
On topic, I got zilch today except to say polo is seeing a resurging interest in Asia. On horses, I heard an interesting tit bit from a client who just came back from visiting family in Ireland. Says the economic woes have seen horses being abandoned and these have taken to the wild. Says these feral horses now number in the thousands. It would be good if someone else can confirm that
A foreign guy in high school whose dad was some kind of an envoy and I had something in common: my loved one was in another town, his in another country.
His remoteness was taken, by many, for snobbery.
When he was overheard talking to the principal about playing polo, I got four friends and they got some girls and we piled into a big IH panel truck and attended.
We looked nice and taking our cues from Buffy and Biff, Chip and Olivia, tried not to embarrass him with with uninformed rooting.
When he seemed to unhorse a thuggish opponent, we assigned him a preppy nickname of his own.
His horses were said to be much better and in the end, his side if that is what it was called, won.
He was gracious in expressing his appreciation for our support and it would be wrong to say that it changed everything but it didn't hurt.
We met at the train station on a Friday. I was heading north, he to Chicago. We checked out girlfriend photos and he said: "This weekend, I would rather be you than me." I get that a lot.
Capt ~
You never know… it could start a rush.
MISS SPRING:
Starts at Sundown on the 16th. of September ... Ends at Sundown on the 18th. of September .......
Two Days of Duties and Celebration ... and Getting the New Year off to a Good Start ...
It is the Anniversary of the Creation of Adam ... and the Begining of Time on the Earth ...
Before there was Adam ... there was no Time ... No NEED for Time ... Nothing and nobody in the Universe cared where Mickey's Big Hand was .......
Because of Adam, Time was devised ... After Eve appeared, the Headache was invented
Hmmmm...after reading,and rereading that last comment, I'm trying to discern if Eve Had the headache, or was the headache,or merely claimed to have the headache....
Google's little infodoodle is Julia Child's 100th Birthday. Now that would be a great subject....great 'yumlettes' (what my bride called my omlettes)were just one of the many things I learned from Julia. And when she was with Jacques Pepin, I learned even more!
and Justin Wilson ("how you all are?"), and the "Frug", Jeff Smith, the frugel gourmet...and a local, Carmalitta Pope (whata story!) where you only saw her hands, and mostly the finished dish, and what we now call 'product placement' was used to effect. And I didn't forget the "galloping gourmet" who always had a wine glass, and drained it,poured it liiiiibrally into the recipe.....Julia! SHE was the QUEEN
By the way**how far do you think Nolan has hiked since he left?**
I was thinking about that: either he stepped in a hole or it's a circumnavigation.
Remember those old time jodphurs?
What was that all about?
the flapping kept the tse tse flies at bay
YUP !!!
The Hall Monitor has flubbed-the Dub again ....... Third nite in a row, that I know of ... Must be time for Contract Negotiations ...
I'm voting with Mr. Peterman ....... a Professional does not slack-off his job just because there is an issue of contention between Management and Labor .......
MISS HAZEL: If you;re out there ... HOWDY !!!
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Jalopkin, your nine to five post reads like you know something.
I concur.
Guest ~ If it walks like a duck.
ChefDeb ~ What's for breakfast? How about some savory
crepes and a mimosa or two? I'll serve ‘em up on the sun porch.
The tech guy should be rolling in any hour now. Those
late nights can wear a man down. He has the photos in synch, my guess is he
isn't getting the copy in time. Mr. Peterman might be in some exotic time
zone restocking the shelves of the larder. Maybe he left John George O’ Hurley
in charge. I put in words like “guess” “might”
and “maybe” to let y’all know that I don’t know what I’m talking about. But then most of y’all know that anyway.
In my humble opinion, the man shouldn't release a new topic until the old one clears the "L" the "USGrant" the "middle C". But that is just one man's opinion. One miniscule man's opinion.
It's time to reload.
Spring, a couple of my buddies just got back from a trip to Ireland so I'm doing my research and will report back asap! :) Quite honestly, I think we will see a problem with this arise in our own country within the next few years. Between the drought, the economy, the fires and the crash of the horse industry...it's bound to happen. Horse slaughter is legal on a federal level but the people who are set up to open the plants are having so much protest locally that the state is tying everything up in red tape. It's very controversial. Unfortunately, what the lobbyists don't understand is, they aren't stopping the slaughter of horses. They are only sending the industry to our neighbors in the south. But, like in Ireland, the physical condition required to pass inspection is set at an extremely high standard so most of the horses that need to be "relieved" are the ones who will continue to suffer. And we have no control over the humanity of the ones slaughtering the others.
On a brighter note, in the '70's, the horse industry was strong and the wild mustangs were rampant in Colorado...my family was able to purchase an entire semi tractor load of wild mustangs...I'll never forget the day that truck pulled in and unloaded 40 head of wild horses...a teenage girls' dream come true! I remember sitting on the top of the fence with my granddad, watching the wild ponies circle the pen while the boys stood in the center, swinging their ropes...almost takes my breath away still...I got to pick my 2 favorites, a tall buckskin gelding (all males were gelded), and a stocky gray mare. We spent the next 45 days getting them gentled down and broke to a saddle then we sold the whole bunch of them at a sale. My favorites brought the most money. $800 for the gelding and $650 for the mare. We thought that was top dollar for that time and economy. There were half a dozen or so that went to a rodeo contractor for bareback and saddle bronc horses. I'm sure there were some that might have ended up in France on someone's dinner plate, but no one would have informed me of that. (Has anyone in the village ever tasted horse meat? I haven't, but I'm curious enough to say I think I would. As long as it wasn't one of my own...)
paolos, no matter what you are wonderful to me!
Graygoose, relief tears and just plain old emotional time tears I think...
magicangel, you're with a geat group! There are several of us that are horse lovers, self included!