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In the Pink
Players get together for a worthy cause.
Polo players in Central Virginia battled for more than just a trophy—they helped battle breast cancer in the second annual Pink
Ribbon Polo Cup on June 18 hosted by David and Ellen King’s King
Family Vineyards in Crozet, Virginia. Proceeds from the event support
the American Cancer Society’s breast-cancer research, programs and
services. More than $110,700 was netted for this worthwhile cause.
The festivities got underway with a Polo and Pearls gala on
Saturday evening under a starry night at the foot of the beautiful Blue
Ridge Mountains. A gourmet dinner was served while guests listened
to the smooth sounds of an orchestra. Players were easily identified as
they came decked out in their polo jerseys. Sponsor and event patrons
were recognized for their generosity, as was honorary chairwoman
Kay Barquin and her daughter, player Wendy Kirschnick. Both
women have battled breast cancer.
The evening also included a rather lively live auction. Items of
note included donated works from internationally esteemed artists
Priscilla Long Whitlock, who specializes in oil landscape
paintings; and Eduardo Galliani, known for his elegant black and
white fine art portraits and unique style in equestrian and
environmental photography.
The following day, the action got going early with tailgaters and
sponsors setting up exquisite luncheons. It was a great place for
families to spend the day. Pre-game festivities included prizes for bestgroomed
dad, in honor of Father’s Day, best tailgate and best hat.
Brenda Stevens won over the judges with her joyful hat featuring party
horns and a sign declaring her elation at being a breast cancer survivor.
The polo match got underway at 1 p.m. with Embarq and
Ferguson taking to the field. Spectators enjoyed the action, which
heated up as the game progressed. At halftime, the crowd wasted no
time in demonstrating their own athletic abilities as they descended
on the field, enthusiastically stomping divots. In the end, Ferguson
won the game, but the American Cancer Society was the real winner.
In honor of the Pink Ribbon Cup, Galliani photographed and
interviewed several of the women players in the area [pages 24-29].
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Debbie Nash
Sir Winston Churchill once said, “A polo handicap is a passport to the world.” In my opinion, it is a passport to life.
I was born in Stratford Upon Avon, which is in the [English] Warwickshire countryside. I sat on my first horse at 18 months old, took my first riding lesson at
the age of 6. How little my parents knew that buying me my first pony at 8 would lead me to what I am now, a polo player.
My pony and I learned together to compete in gymkhana, jumping, cross country. I even tried a little dressage. But the day I went to watch a polo match with
a friend, I knew I had to play. I took one lesson and I was addicted.
Polo is like life. Although it’s a team sport, it’s down to you. You get up, you compete. You miss shots, you
hit great ones. You sometimes fall off, but you get up and go on.
At that time I was working for a U.K. company as a sales and marketing executive. They wanted me to open their Washington, D.C., office. I first asked if there’s a polo club before I said yes.
I met my husband playing arena polo on a freezing January night. I knew he was my type of man—an addict!
My husband and I now live on a horse farm with our polo ponies in Virginia. Our team, Los Tigres [the Tigers], play in local leagues during the summer. In the winter we travel to play polo, of course, to places like Zambia, England, Spain, Argentina,
Chile, Dubai, Jamaica.
Yes, it’s a competitive, tough game, especially as a woman competing against mostly men. But it’s a great life and definitely a passport to the world.
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Emily Dameron
Polo has been in my family for four generations. I play arena polo for the varsity team at my school,
Garrison Forest, and play over the summer with my
dad on the field.
In polo everything can go wrong in a blink of an eye,
but when you’re standing in the saddle and running
downfield with a mallet in your hand, it feels as though
nothing can stop you. The exhilarating feeling of taking
the ball downfield while riding off your man, then
passing it off to a teammate, who can then make a shot
on goal, is the most incredible adrenaline rush and is
rewarding when a goal is earned.
In your left hand you have your source of
transportation [a double-reined set], and in your right is
your tool [mallet]. The amount of responsibility, control
and freedom that polo entails is overwhelming yet
comes with a price. The amount of work that this sport
requires is the real test of dedication. Polo requires
more equipment than any other equestrian sport,
which makes grooming no easy job. Maintaining all the
necessities of tack and wrapping each leg calls for time
and patience in preparing the horse for each chukker.
Polo ponies are put through strength and endurance
training to promote their stamina. Once you know your
horse is trained, you can then go to practice and
prepare strategies and team plays, which can then be
used in games. Your ability to bond with your horse,
which is chosen for you to play, determines how the
chukker will be played out. When your sweat and hard
work come together in a good performance you know
that the time, the bruises and sore muscles have paid
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Fiona Seager
Some say that polo is a lifestyle. While the
popular notion of polo may be a romantic
one, inspiring images of cocktails,
sundresses and luxury cars, I see the sport as
more of a healthy, athletic interaction
between horse and rider.
Horses are indeed what the game revolves
around. In order to play competitively, each
player needs at least seven horses, ready to
roar at the beginning of each match. Thus,
what goes on behind the scenes for the
average polo player is a lot of time and
resources spent preparing his or her horses.
Getting to know what makes each horse tick
is of great importance. The goal is a string of
beautiful ponies that can take one flying
over the grass and right up to the ball or
opposing player in order to make an attack.
Without the incredible speed, power and
agility of the horse and the ability of the
rider to direct it, polo would not be the
unique and exciting sport that inspires so
much passion.
As a young woman, there are three things
that polo has taught me that I find are
invaluable life lessons learned. One is how
to be aware of my surroundings.
Knowing
where the ball is at every moment makes the
difference to whether I’m in the game or
I’m not. This helps me to anticipate what is
going to happen. Since it takes a few seconds
to turn 1,000 pounds of galloping
horseflesh around, if I know where the ball
will be two plays in the future, I can put
myself there in my own time and wait for it
to come to me. I have also learned how to
keep my balance, regardless of how rough
the horse or the play gets. This requires
keeping my body flexible and my mind
calm. Lastly, I know how to pick myself up
after a fall or make a mistake, knowing that
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Jennifer Williams
When it comes to horses, polo is all I
know. Any sport involving horses interests
me, but my heart is with a team of polo
players either in the arena or on the field.
One of my favorite ways to play is when
the game serves as a backdrop for a fundraising
event for a charity. I enjoy
combining my passion for the sport with
my spirit for volunteerism.
There is nothing more exhilarating
than flying down the field on horseback
and hitting the ball through the posts and
scoring a goal—a split second of what feels
like unprecedented glory. As a finance
professional, polo allows me an outlet and
personal reward. My relationship with my
horses is by far the most meaningful
aspect of polo for me. Without them, I am
no one.
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Nancy Schlichting
For me, polo means family. I can’t remember a time
when polo wasn’t a part of my life. My earliest memories
are of my summers spent traveling from place to place
where my father was playing polo. When we were little,
my brother and sisters would hot-walk the ponies in
between chukkers. And we would help exercise them
every morning with my dad at the front shouting
commands: “Trot,” then “Canter,” then “Stop! Change
directions!” Then came the final round at a brisk gallop
where my one sister and I would pretend to lose control
and race past everyone.
When I got older, my brother (who was the oldest)
also played with my dad, and my sisters and I became
proficient grooms. Later, when I wanted to play, my
father was surprised but pleased, and he became my
biggest supporter. He’d encourage me to “get into the
play,” “Anticipate!” and “Don’t let them get ahead of
you!” I miss him.
Now, I have two daughters who cheer me on, and I
wish my dad could see them. I know he is there too
because I see him in them.
For me, polo means family. |
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Wendy Kirschnik
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Horses are my life. I grew up in Vermont on a small farm where my mom
and dad raised me on horses. My mom’s passion for horses quickly
became mine, and she taught me not only to ride but also to care for and
love the horse. I learned to foxhunt and event, I dabbled in dressage, and
then I became very competitive in show hunters and equitation.
But it wasn’t until my father took up the game of polo, and in turn
taught me to play, that I really found the epitome of horses and
competition. Polo combines all the things I love best: skill, speed,
teamwork and, of course, horses. The thrill of racing flat out on your
favorite horse, bumping an opponent, and striking the ball just right
keeps the adrenaline pumping wildly through your veins, a feeling I can
never get enough of. There is nothing like riding a good polo pony. They
are fast, quick, intelligent and fearless. You feel the power of a jumper,
the speed of a racehorse, and the agility of a cutting horse all in one
amazing equine athlete.
I find polo to be a necessity in my life. The challenge of improving my
game and skills as a polo player helps my career as a rider/trainer of show
hunters as well. I work for Cismont Manor Farm and the Wheeler family
in Keswick, Virginia, where they produce top champions in the show
hunter ring all across the United States. Show hunters require
considerable finesse and precision, and to play polo well requires the
same skills, only at speed. I can’t imagine a more exciting sport than the
game of polo. I hope to play for as long as I am able. |
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