It is with great pleasure (relief, actually) that we welcome another wonderful writer into the EN fold: Abby Gibbon. Abby brings with her a vast wealth of journalistic experience, and a great deal more credibility than the rest of us put together. But that doesn’t get her out of cleaning chinchilla cages, or sprinkling John’s path with rose petals at Rolex, among other favorite EN hazing rituals. Nonetheless, we expect Abby to do an excellent job adding wall-to-wall coverage of our dear sport and all its insanity within. Thank you Abby, and welcome to the team!
Hey there, Eventing Nation. Pull up a stool. I’ve taken the liberty of ordering you a Boyd Martini–shaken, of course–I hope that’s not too presumptuous. What’s that? You’ve long savored the debonair aroma and courageous finish of an afternoon Boyd Martini? Well, well, Eventing Nation. I thought we’d see eye to eye.
See, I’m new around here, but you may’ve seen my handiwork over at the Chronicle of the Horse, that hallowed equine publication to which I enjoy contributing. Pretty soon I hope you’ll come to rely on me for all the EN news that’s fit to print. Did you pull a Pollard and dominate at your last event? Then you might expect a little call from yours truly. Did you tie the knot in a gangsta wedding just days after a wipeout at Plantation Field? You might expect a call from me on that occasion, too.
Likewise, if you’ve got an eventing story you’ve deemed newsworthy, send me your tips at [email protected]. And keep an eye out for me on that booming sister site of ours, Horse Nation, too.
I’m looking forward to a long and mutually beneficial relationship, EN. And on that note: Bartender? These Boyd Martinis should go on John’s tab. That’s right, all 6,007 of them.
I’ve gotta run Eventing Nation, but until next time, I think you know what to do.
That’s it:
Go eventing.
