Scott Brash Hello Folie Scott Brash Hello Folie Brash Folie Brash Folie Brash Folie Folie Folie..! What will my editor say if I write only this? If I turn in...
The European Championships are upon us! An exercise in endurance for the horses and riders and an exercise in arithmetic for everyone else. The European Championships are held every two...
On the edge of the arena, a young woman wearing a brightly-colored jacket of red, white, and blue jumps up and down cheering, throwing herself joyfully into the arms of...
It is a veritable smörgåsbord. I am looking at the program for the Falsterbo Horse Show, part of the Rolex Equestrian Series, a collection of the world’s best shows. Falsterbo...
It was at La Baule, France, in the Riders Restaurant, where I threw my hat down on the table and proclaimed it an embarrassment. “I need a Team Fuchs hat!”...
I’m sitting on my bed at home in Wellington, Florida. I have been tasked by my editor to indulge in what I’m terming “remote reportage,” the job of covering the...
Oh, La Baule, I love you so much. Jumping International de La Baule in La Baule, France is a perfect horse show. There is one ring, one beautiful grass ring....
It is a truth universally acknowledged that one can be brilliant at riding a horse or brilliant at love-making, but not both. “And I don’t ride,” I often add suggestively...
“McLain.” The old man was looking me dead in the eye. We were both perched on the edge of wide stone steps that formed an oval amphitheater with a wide...
Finally, the day dawned at the Royal Windsor Horse Show when the stakes were high enough. I think about "stakes" a lot. In sport, and in life. In the movie...
“Step back! Step back! (Unintelligible) is coming through!” “Who?” “(Unintelligible)!” “Who’s that?” “PRINCE Edward!” “Who?” The woman looks at me like I’m crazy. “I’m sorry, I’m like…super American.” A group...
Tore up from the floor up is the phrase that keeps occurring to me. Here I am with shaking, hungover hands trying to write this column, the very last of...
I was lying on my stomach on the hotel bed paging through photos on my computer, tears streaming down my face. I was crying because horses are so beautiful. I...
“Your brain is three pounds of Jell-O.” The doctor was speaking, holding a colorful model of a human brain in her hands. Is my brain three pounds of Jell-O? I...
I want some drama. “If I were you I’d get off the phone with me right now and start calling every hand surgeon from Miami to Jacksonville,” says the doctor...
We are in the thick of it. Mid-WEF, thick like syrup. You have three places to go every day, and more in the evening. Nights go late at fundraisers, galas,...
