[Photo via] It's the classiest of the classy - a champagne sipping spectator sport. As my time here comes to and end I have yet to attend a match. Yes I know, "I haven't learned anything out here." I realize this is a huge mistake on my part, not because I'm missing out on profusely sweating out in a field full of mosquitoes and horses, but because
the players are hot, like really hot. I'm easily committing a deadly sin of a single girl. What have I been thinking? Maybe I should repent at
this weekend's classic...