It's what's on top that counts at a polo match We took only a sidelong glance at what used to be Alfred Boeh’s bean field along Forest Grove Road, Bettendorf, before abruptly stopping. Stretched out in a line were 14 pointed-top white tents that looked like the seat of King Arthur’s Camelot. Horses with wrapped legs and riders in white pants and helmets were dashing around, swatting at a round thing about the size of a baseball. |