A little over a week ago, Richard at Pearly Gates decided to make fun of my sport of choice, Dressage. To the untrained eye, I suppose it can look like competative horse walking. However, it is actually closer to ballet on horseback.

Seriously.

The horse and rider move in together in perfect balance, performing varying levels of specified maneuvers within a rectangular ring. My Dad compares watching Dressage to watching grass grow. "It takes a sophisticated eye!" I've been known to reply. Dressage is performed as part of Three Day Eventing and Dressage-only Olympic competition.

Well, now the laugh is on him. His favorite Anaheim Angel, Troy Glaus, is married to a woman named Ann, who I grew up riding with; riding dressage with, to be exact. Until recently, she still taught my sister on the weekends.

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