A funny thing happened while I was watching show jumping. I got bored. In the middle of watching some fabulous horse or another, I found my mind wandering. I didn’t have this problem during the Dressage Grand Prix.
It could be my latent Dressage Queen emerging. While I have been told by more than one person that dressage is actually interesting to ride once one climbs out of the swamps of the lower levels, I remain dubious. The explanation of closet DQ rates as technically possible but unlikely.
It could be that I have spent far too much of my life watching showjumping. Way back in the pre-Internet dark ages, we lived near a showgrounds from which I covered hunter/jumper shows for the Chronicle of the Horse. My notes of the big class were so thorough that a competitor once used them to protest her score. In contrast, upper level dressage is a novelty.
Mainly, I think it is the camera angle. Since horse and rider rocket back and forth across the ring, cameras are confined to the edges. You get a quick close-up as the horse zooms past then back to the view from the wrong end of the telescope. For Dressage, the cameras can get close enough to see what the horse is thinking.
What have you been watching?
Highest penalties w/o elimination: Ahmad Saber Hamcho on Wonderboy.
Last of the top 45 pass on to Day 3: A 16-way tie among the 8-faulters.
(I’m still undecided on which way to award this.[Poop])