In fairness, it was the middle of a Thursday afternoon, and as our cabbie pointed out, most people have to work. Polo is a sport of the “clase alta,” he said.
Outside the Campo Argentino de Polo a billboard announced the three-day National Cup. Inside it was clear it wasn’t a national priority. I guess I had expected a bit more energy — not fútbol stadium fanaticism, but at least Arlington Park.
From the cigar smoke and the cut of the crowd’s leather boots, it seemed our cabbie was right. Anyway, the sun was shining and Katrina was excited by the players’ incredible horsemanship. And I got to take some pictures. Argentina won.