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Their Kingdom for a Bike: It’s Polo on Two
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New York Times, April 27, 2007
By Kate Torgovnick
You do not have to be a king to play polo. You do not need a 300-yard
grass field, a long-handled mallet or a helmet. In fact, you do not
even need a horse.
On asphalt courts and parking lots in cities throughout the country,
bike messengers, bike-shop employees and assorted cycling enthusiasts
are playing bicycle polo. The game dates to the 1800s, but it is being
transformed from its prim beginnings to a rough-and-tumble sport as it
mixes with bike-messenger culture.
Urban players ride fixed-gear bikes, the kind messengers often use to
zip through traffic and dodge pedestrians. They set up orange cones in
lieu of goal posts and knock around street-hockey balls. Because wooden
mallets often break when hit against concrete, players make their own
mallets, attaching a handle from an old ski pole or golf club to a
piece of industrial-strength piping.
In downtown New York, on a court shaped like a large asphalt bowl, a
group meets every Sunday for pickup games. When Doug Dalrymple, a
former bike messenger who now is a food deliveryman, started playing
last summer, 10 players regularly showed up, he said. The number has at
least doubled since then, with many more 20- and 30-somethings going to
watch.
“My first game was like learning to ride a bike again,” said Corey
Hilliard, a messenger who started playing four years ago. “You have to
hold a mallet, the handlebars, follow the ball and be able to change
direction quickly. It’s almost like the pinnacle of intense cycling.”
Hilliard’s team and others from the United States and Canada will
compete in the East Side Polo Invite this weekend at Sara D. Roosevelt
Park in Lower Manhattan. The tournament will be composed of 10-minute
games and will feature social events like a bike prom. Hilliard’s team
is called the Broad Street Bullies. Dalrymple’s is the Ratkillers.
On a recent Sunday, the two teams played an unofficial preview match,
the three players on each team positioned at the far ends of the court.
They rested their mallets on the ground and slid their feet onto the
pedals. After a cry from the sideline of “Three, two, one ... Go,” the
teams raced for the ball in the center of the court.
Hilliard, the only player who wore protective gear — his
sticker-covered helmet and white sunglasses obscuring most of his face
— came away with the ball. But Dalrymple cut off his path as he plowed
toward the goal. Hilliard whacked the ball through the wheels of
Dalrymple’s bike, and their mallets tangled. Hilliard’s snapped in half.
“Mallet, mallet, mallet,” Hilliard yelled, and a player on the sideline
tossed him a new one.
Contact is allowed in urban bike polo. The rules of the game — which
are few — have been adapted from equestrian polo to work in the small
spaces available in big cities. The most important rule is that the
players’ feet cannot touch the ground.
If a player’s foot touches down, he must ride to the sideline and touch
an orange traffic cone with his mallet before returning. “It’s kind of
like a power play in hockey,” Hilliard said.
The United States Bicycle Polo Association promotes a grass-court
version of bike polo in which collisions are discouraged. The
organization’s director, John S. Kennedy, said there were competing
stories regarding the origin of the sport.
“The legend is that the British government sent a bunch of bikes to a
ruler in India,” Kennedy said. “He gave them to his stable boys, who
had always wanted to play polo but couldn’t afford it. They cut down
mallets and started playing.”
As the story goes, British soldiers stationed in India took the game
back to Britain, where it became so popular that it was played as a
demonstration sport at the 1908 Olympics in London. According to
Kennedy, bike polo has enjoyed several bursts of popularity through the
years.
“I hear from people all the time, ‘We played with croquet mallets or
hockey sticks and we thought we invented the sport until we found your
Web site,’ ” he said.
Dalrymple said, “For people who love bikes, who work on their bikes,
it’s just another way to live the biker’s lifestyle.”
Back on the court, Dalrymple charged toward Adam Staudt, a 27-year-old
messenger who had broken away with the ball. Staudt lifted his mallet,
hoping to strike for a goal in the split-second window of opportunity.
But before he could make contact, Dalrymple knocked the ball away from
behind. As Staudt leaned his bike to try to recover the ball,
Dalrymple’s mallet got stuck in his spinning spokes. Staudt was sent
flying onto the pavement.
“They’re really, really physical,” he said.
The Ratkillers won the game, but the competition may be different at
the East Side Polo Invite. Dalrymple said that he expected teams from
others cities to show off moves he had never seen.
“It’s not like baseball or soccer or tennis where it’s homogenized,” he
said. “Bicycle polo lives in bubbles, and it leaves a lot of the
interpretation up to the player. The guys in D.C. might play a totally
different way than the guys in Philly. It’ll be interesting to see how
the different styles compete.”
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