It's been a long 11 months since someone at the Post covered the sport of bicycle polo, but luckily the drought has ended. [They also did stories in 2005 and 2007, and the Hillrag covered it in 2008] and this time, with a video.
Since I live a stone's throw from the court I see the bike polo players riding around all the time and I often walk by with my dog. They're out there playing all the time. It's good for the park and the neighborhood in my opinion.
Riding fixed-gear or low-gear bikes, one hand on the handlebars, the other holding a homemade mallet, players chase a street hockey ball around a rink about the size of a basketball court -- sprinting, stopping, starting and mixing it up in the corners, in a game that crosses polo and street hockey. The mallets are constructed from a short length of high-density gas pipe or industrial plumbing plastic bolted to an old ski pole. The low boards around the rink are also homemade. Each goal is defined by a pair of traffic cones. Most riders have installed spoke covers to deflect hard shots.
Almost everyone wears a helmet, and some wear knee and elbow pads, because collisions and falls are frequent, though the night ends with all collarbones intact. There are surprisingly few rules: no T-boning, give a competitor a fair line to the ball, no hard contact with new players. No quarter is given to women, who don't want it anyway.
While I teased above, I think it's a good article. And I love that Lenny Bernstein gets out there and plays a little. Even I haven't done that.