The short story: on January 25th the anniversary of this site going live, I’m shutting down lancasterpolo.com.
The long story:
Holy hell, I never could have imagined how far this little site would take me. For something I started purely because I felt guilty I couldn’t do anything else for my club, it’s led me across the country, made me recognizable to some of the most amazing people, and provided me more free swigs of whiskey and cans of beer than I could have ever hoped for. In all earnestness, it’s made me as close as I’ll ever come to being a polo household name. That’s unbelievable.
In that time, I’ve made lots of friends and a few enemies. And I thank both of those groups because, of course, they kept me on my toes. Friends because I hate to disappoint them, and enemies because I love to disappoint them. Hopefully one side is more full than the other, but who knows.
I’ve decided to shutter lancasterpolo for a few reasons. One, my writing life is taking off at an accelerated rate (my creative writing, not my “creative” writing here) and I find myself the editor in chief of Third Point Press, a new online magazine and press. This is going to take up an enormous amount of my time, and I simply couldn’t do justice to either site if both existed.
Secondly (and I’m sure this will come as no surprise to most of you): it’s hard to run a site that publishes constantly by yourself. I simply can’t have material at a regular clip anymore, and that makes having a site on my own too costly and too time consuming. Add to this the simple expense of the site, and you have a good mix for going completely broke.
But this is not to say that I’m never writing again, of course. I’ve made an offer (and Aaron accepted) to move myself over to 321 POLO! as a contributing writer. Simply put, I’ll write when I want to (which I’m aiming for once a week or biweekly if I’m very busy), but I won’t worry about having something fresh out to you everyday. You’ll still get your fill of nonsense and righteous indignation from me, just not here.
I’ve written so many things that I have been proud of, and lots more that I’ve been embarrassed by. I’ve written about serious, meaningful issues and nonsensical dribble. I enjoyed every minute of it. This blog consumed my life, and I was happy to have it do so. It was a joy, it was an honor.
There are specific people I want to thank, but there are so many of you I don’t know that I could do justice to it here. I want to thank the big names in the sport who pulled me up alongside them, who took the time to talk and to listen. I want to thank my club, of course, my god, for being so fantastic to me and for humoring me when I started this site up. I want to thank all of the people who shouted at me when they saw me and offered me food and beer and money when I was flat broke at every damn tourney. I want to thank the newbs who looked at me wide eyes and unbelieving that someone so fat and short could be “that Crusher from the blog.” I want to thank the people who let me be annoying to get the story, or who were so sweet to me when they had no reason to be other than knowing I needed that comfort. (Yes, I’m actually crying now. No, I’m not ashamed). I want to thank the readers, who pushed me on for so long and who made me feel like my voice was worth something.
It’s hard for me to put into words just how hard this decision was, or just how much Lancasterpolo means to me. It’s not an exaggeration: this is one of the most successful, rewarding things I’ve done in my life. It’s connected me with so many people and provided me with so much…I don’t know…respect in a community, I guess? By nature I’m a sensitive, shy guy–so having people know me before I met them and genuinely be happy to see me was amazing. I won’t be able to say more than thank you to the people who supported me and looked after me. I won’t be able to say more than I love you, and this website over the years has been such a great ride.
But this isn’t really goodbye, of course. I’ll see you over at 321 POLO and I’ll see you at the courts. You, dear reader, mean so much to me. I can’t think of a better bunch of misfits I could write to for all these years.
This is Crusher, Editor of Lancasterpolo, signing off.