At the start of the week it looked like the biggest story would be the white undershirt Harry wore at Sunday’s Sentable cup but then The Sun kicked a hornet’s nest. Thursday the tabloid ran a story on Harry’s future redeployment to Afghanistan. Apparently, he will be redeployed as a pilot with his division sometime next spring or summer, assuming he successfully completes his “conversion-to-role” training and there is still action in Afghanistan. Harry has always made it plain that he intends to return to active duty and his placement in Apache training showed the government intended to honor his wishes. Apache pilots are an elite bunch and it is unlikely the British army would waste money on expensive training for someone who would never be able to use it in battle. As one reporter said, the Apache is one of the safest places in combat and, out of available active duty roles, it makes sense as the one of choice for a “VIP” like Harry.
If you’re an American your first thought when hearing “polo” might be clothes worn by preppies. (If it makes you feel better Google thinks this too.) But if you’re a royal watcher, you immediately think divots, white pants, ponies with braided tails, and Princes. I’m with you there.
Polo isn’t called the sport of kings for nothing. Royals, who are practically on horseback before they’re out of their nappies, like to play this sport the way the rest of us like to sit on the couch and watch other people play sports. It suits their lifestyle well. A player needs multiple horses ($), a huge field out in some place away from plebeian facilities such as public bus lines and KFCs ($$), beautiful celebrity spectators who have no problem ruining a pair of Louboutins stamping the divots ($$$) and champagne and carriages to wrap it all up ($$$$). You’re never going to stumble across a pick-up polo game in the ‘hood. Pity.