The Black team took first blood of the polo season. Conditions were hot and some skills were a little rusty. By mid game the thrills and spills were happening left and right. Two teams of 5 or 6 and a ton of spectators. Legs were feeling the sprints, it was freakin' hard. It was good to see Franko out an about against doctors orders, atta boy! Duffy was on mission and Cole was doing everything possible just to stay upright. The One Eye assasin was MIA, white teams gonna need you next week buddy, I gotta work.