Rugby on horseback: Polocrosse
I give you: Polocrosse!
Now this game is not to be confused with Polo (as in Jilly Cooper’s sexy, posh, upperclass, romp-in-the-proverbial-hay version of the game – gosh I love reading her fat racy novels!) but is the Aussie rugby-on-horseback, get-seriously-up-close-and-personal-with-each-other-on-the-field kind of sport. Which I guess was based on polo originally, but without the toffs. If you want the technical info, check here for the rules.
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This post is a sideline guide only. Well it’s not even a guide – I can only bring you some images of the on-field action – the dust, thundering hooves, flying balls and flailing raquets, and men and women of all ages, shapes and attitude hanging sideways off their steeds to
GET THAT BALL…
Talk about competitive… and with that rugby reference in mind, a wee bit…
…physical!!
The polocrosse ground, it has to be said, is NO PLACE for the faint-hearted.
For the record, I have never played.
And I love the little tackers.
(This could, in fact, be cuter than puppies?)
And I also like the heart-racing speed.
I like the “chucking the ball in from the sideline” rugby-style lineout move.
If you know anything about me, you know I like a good game of rugby. Hey, I met my ever-lovin’ hubby after a game at Ballymore. Talk about romantic!
But back to the polocrosse…
It really does looks like fun.
Until someone loses an eye.
This might look like equine ballet, but that is jousting my friends. Up close and personal!
I’m actually thinking about writing a racy novel about it all…
13 Comments
A Novel Woman
If you write the novel, I’ll be first in line to have it signed.
My son (20) plays rubgy and it’s the one sport I have difficulty watching. I’ve watched him play hockey at an elite level, soccer, lacrosse,but rugby….It’s BRUTAL, though he assures me it’s a gentleman’s game. They look like thugs to this mama. I used to cover the inside of my SUV with garbage bags and blankets when the game was over. The boys would swagger over, encased in mud from head to toe, with these crazy-ass grins. They don’t like the game, they LOVE the game.
Write the book.
debby
Write the book.
alice
Do it!
Bush Babe (of Granite Glen)
Y’all are so bad!!!
Pam – I love watching rugby especially when someone I love is NOT playing it. My brother was a hooker (position, not profession!) and would disappear into scrums and then reappear 5 mins later all “raked” and dirty. He loved it too. Testosterone is a crazy thing. I love the speed and action of it all – perhaps I have a dash of sadist in me?
Deb and Alice – I guess I’ll have something to give away on my blog if no-one actually buys the great polocrosse novel!!!
🙂
BB
Rhea
Oh, love all the action shots and the horses’ hairdo’s. Very nice!!
Jayne
Just found your blog and I’m really enjoying it 🙂
Write the book, the sport looks exciting and should be featured more on mainstream sports tv!
baby~amore'
wow – you make it look so exciting !
Great photos BB -you have an extreme talent go ahead write us a novel.
baby~amore'
I meant to say those puppies are the cutest ever … I am in luv.
Andrea
Oh that looks like so much fun, to watch!! I would be too scared to even try it!! Those horses are amazing!! And I love that little pony!! Too cute!! Awesome pictures,
and I would so read your novel!!
Bush Babe (of Granite Glen)
You know you are all encouraging me to spend even more time on this laptop… SSB will have a fit! Hmmm, might have to do some midnight sessions to get this thing started… better go have a nap to store some sleep hours!!!
PS Thanks for compliments. I don’t mean to ignore them, but not sure what to do with them. You are all very sweet.
🙂
debby
Oh, wait…you were writing a polocrosse book? You were talking about riding, and sweating, and panting, and…sorry. I got confused.
Bush Babe (of Granite Glen)
Debby – you are not confused. A little cross-referencing required though. Ever delved into Jilly Cooper? It won’t broaden your mind so much as tickle it to bits. You’ll understand my correlation better if you research!
Heh heh.
BB
A Novel Woman
Phht, we’re not sweet, we’re entirely selfish because we want to read the book!