Susan Marie Molloy

Life in the Oasis

Sportsmanship

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“Dust”
A mallet kicked up some dust on the field.
Original photograph by Susan Marie Molloy 2017.

It’s time to get back to trying new activities and adventures. This week, it’s polo.

I was lucky enough to be able to recently attend two polo matches. The afternoon was sunny and hot, while a warm breeze played through the field and stands. A brief sun shower during the second game brought a little relief, more breezes, and grey skies.

The best part was watching the skill the riders exhibited and the athletic capability of the horses. I didn’t mind much about which team to root for: that team, this team, which team? No, it was all about the sport itself, the sportsmanship, and skills thereof.

With all the hubbub about the lack of sportsmanship of other athletes in different sports these days, it is uplifting to see again what was once known as respectable American sportsmanship.

It was class all the way.

“Looking for the White Ball”
Original photograph by Susan Marie Molloy 2017.

©2017 Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.

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Author: Susan Marie Molloy

I am an observer, a writer, and a poet. My latest poetry books, "Engaged," "Indigo Fantasy," "Life in the Oasis," "Gallery Night," "God of the Sea," "Solitary Walks," and "Grapes Suzette" and my short stories, "The Green Gloves" and "The Crowd of Turin" are now available on Amazon. Check them out. Buy them. Read them. Send me your thoughts. I look forward to hearing from you.

4 thoughts on “Sportsmanship

  1. A splendid game indeed.

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