Went to a rodeo the other night. It was a display by the Professional Bull Riders (PBR). These guys were not quite good enough to be on the sports channel edition of bull riding. However, they were equally as crazy as the televised riders. Being willing to straddle a bull with a rope chaffing its happy sack, and attempting to stick spurs in it while it tries its hardest to throw you off requires a lot of cojones and little cerebral matter.
Second most dangerous sport in the world they say - if you fall too close to the bull and it happens to stamp on you then it's game over. You've got to stay on for 8 seconds then the horn goes to tell you to stop, but it's not quite the same as turning your car engine off and getting out - how do you dismount from a bull that thinks you're trying to castrate him? "With great difficulty" is the answer.
Some even wear helmets instead of cowboy hats. Big nancys.
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