. . . ever since finishing last in a donkey race back in grade school, compounded by a series on the Mickey Mouse Club revolving around a snotty polo-playing kid, Kurt Russell, and adolescent America's sweetheart, Annette Funicello. One bad experience plus distasteful screen imagery, and you couldn't get me to pay an ounce of attention to anything equine. Until, that is, just now. Great write-up, Andrew - the utter savagery of polo came thru. And Pablo's right: there can't be an activity more dangerous for a mechanical watch than polo, except maybe rodeo.