Boys and Bulls.......

A good friend of mine suggested that we go to the rodeo with some of his friends this past Saturday night. I had never been or experienced a big rodeo before, so I figured why not (Yes, I am still practicing the philosophy of, 'if its not hurting anyone, then why not')? This opportunity also gave me an actual excuse to wear my cowboy boots AND flannel out in pubic and not have to get made fun of.. Believe me, I fit right in.

The rodeo was the group we were with was fun... and of course the beer was delightful. But there was something that kind of hit a nerve with me in the whole rodeo experience. Those poor bulls. They basically getting their balls yanked for our enjoyment. While watching the 'sport,' the boys I was with cheered when the bull would throw off the rider and then refuse to go back into its cage. Basically, they were taunting the bull and screaming for it to charge at someone- just waiting for the poor animal to hurt someone. Now, I am not a huge animal activist- I enjoy a nice steak and piece of chicken, but watching a animal in pain has always hit a soft spot.... and those poor bulls, their balls must hurt, and its not like they can turn around and say, 'hey, now, how would you like it if I pulled your balls with a rope and tried to hang on to you? How would you feel?'

Other than feeling bad for the bulls... the whole rodeo scene was really fun- everyone there for a good beer- pretty simple. There is just something about the combination of beer, boys and bulls that seem to fit perfectly together. Maybe its the rough and tough of it all- and unlike football, all the boys felt a connection with the single rider it felt like, well a connection with the rider or the bull, I couldn't quite tell.

If you ever get the chance to go to a rodeo- just go, its a sight to see none the less.

Peace, Love and bulls,

B