Well, I finally went to a Rodeo for the first time in my life. I’ve seen parts of it on television, but I’ve never been there in person. The whole time, I was a picture-takin’ fool. I had a blast with my camera in one hand and a can of Lone Star in t’other one.
…But then that ol’ bull was so mad he was spittin’ nails, and he threw the rider off before the required 8 seconds, the most dangerous 8 seconds in all of sports. This rider(#544) hopped up off the ground quick as a blink and got the hell oughta’ Dodge before that bull got to ‘im.
Every time a rider flew off those bulls chased after ’em with their horns lowered. These boys do some mighty dangerous work keepin’ the bulls distracted so the bulls won’t gore the riders to death. They got to have double-E sized brass balls or they cain’t do the job.
Sometimes those mean ol’ bulls got real riled up and difficult to control. When that happened, these boys came ridin’ like the cavalry to save the day. Just once I saw them swoop in and try to rope an irate bull. The lasso missed, but the bull knew who was the law in these parts. Once that rope flew in, the bull settled down and walked away.