After my most active “off’-season” yet, I knew I had made strides when I I first hit the field to stick and ball. My mentor and sponsor, Jolie, had gradually moved me up to some faster horses and I was finding that others weren’t pulling away from me as they did before. Instead of having to use an extra quick turn to get head start of hoping for a great long ball up front from my #3, suddenly I was able to pull away from others with the ball on the end my mallet. I was enjoying both my new found confidence and the thrill of newly discovered speed. Funnily, my appetite for the ball shrunk and I started to take more pleasure in thwarting the efforts of my opponents with a hard ride-off or an outstretched hook at a full gallop.
My new job with W Hotels was requiring a lot of hours but I was finding it a lot easier to schedule Polo without the unpredictability of being a small business owner. My wife Angie who works in healthcare had just transfered to a new hospital so our health insurance would be on a temporary hold until July 1st. Angie urged me not to play Polo during the month that we were “uninsured”. Only a person who had never played Polo could make such a ludicrous request. How could she possibly fathom was an impossible demand she had made of me? Didn’t she remember that I was the same person who played Polo a week after my vasectomy with stitches still in my scrotum?
So on the first day of the season I played at the Atlanta Polo Club (with no insurance). Although I was only saving $1,900 by not having a bridge policy to cover me for the month until our insurance switched carrier I made the argument that the money could be better spent. In the 3rd Chukkar, after an aggressive play up the side of the field at a full gallop that included two ride offs the ball was hit off the back line. I turned to head towards the 30 yard line and my horse was really wound up. I wasn’t paying attention and she dropped her right leg and shoulder I was thrown off balance. The fall was like many I had experienced before. Harmless. Or so I thought.
Two days later, I was in terrible pain. For the last couple weeks I’ve been suffering with an ache in my right shoulder. Two proud to confess my stupidity to my wife, to stubborn to accept my mistake, too cheap to go see the doctor… I’m just hanging on until July 1st when I can make it to the Doctor.
I fear that I may have fractured my collar bone or shoulder blade at worst or either pulled a muscle or trapped a nerve at best. I’ve played 1 match since resulting in pain and this weekend will kick off the Atlanta Polo League season with the first league match of the season.