37 Gabi With my mate in my hand, I sat down on a kitchen stool and stared at the fridge. We had been back from Brazil for a handful of days now, and Tyler and I had barely spoken since he snapped at me, saying his problems were none of my business. I pushed thoughts of Tyler from my mind and focused on my problems. I didn’t know what else I could do about polo. I had looked online for nearby clubs and schools. Only a handful of clubs sponsored a women’s team and only two of them were looking to add to their roster, but one club was in Texas and the other was in Florida. I had contacted a few schools and asked about female players; there weren’t many and the ones I found didn’t want to play as a career or didn’t think they were good enough for it. I had just moved to Santa Barbara. I

