Martin Fuchs, aboard his longtime mount Conner Jei, was first to go in the jumpoff. That unenviable position where a rider, not knowing what lies ahead, has little choice than...
And here we are at the crucial moment—Richie “Hands” Vogel enters the ring in La Baule, France on board his unmatchable mount United Touch S. The Germans had it won....
The pup had spotted his quarry. He followed it with eager eyes, one ringed with black, as if he were a cartoon animal that had been punched. An ear flopped...
Shall I start with a shameful confession? I have never attended the show at St. Gallen. It would not be a shameful confession if I had never had occasion to...
“I have no words to explain,” says Piergiorgio Bucci. “They asked me already in Italian and I didn’t find words in Italian—imagine if I could find in English!” Words come...
The path from the warmup along the side of the Piazza di Siena seemed as eternal as the city of Rome itself as I watched Richard Vogel and his horse...
The text came through: “Kent ‘I don’t pay much attention to my feelings’ Farrington.” Laughing emoji. It’s the last moments of the World Cup Finals in Fort Worth, Texas. I’m...
There he is, winning again—a different day, a different horse, but the same result. And here I am, kicking myself for not heading to Fort Worth, Texas to be there...
Richie Vogel could not stop laughing. We were at the press conference, sitting in the front row. We had been in the second row on the other side, but I...
The week the paparazzi descended upon Eyecandyland... Eyecandyland is what we call the farm here in Wellington, Florida—center of the horse world and home of Eye Candy Jumpers. I live...
(Note: Your columnist continues to miss deadline while struggling with delirium from a persistent virus and an onerous seasonal workload.) “You appear to me to be the sort of man...
“Meanwhile TN wants to murder women for having abortions, we’re building concentration camps for undocumented persons, and Epstein’s best pal is president.” I apologize, Dear Reader, for the untimeliness of...
This was the week my editor rolled into town. She immediately had me crying alone in the bathroom of a fancy Palm Beach five-star hotel. One can barely help it...
Note to readers: Week 6 of WEF is hunter week and my editor said I should mention something about WEF in my What the WEF?! column. So consider that box...
When I first decided to become someone who writes about our sport of show jumping, I looked to the famous sportswriters of the early- and mid-century who worked during the...
