PBR

The PBR (Professional Bull Riding) was in town this past weekend.

Having grown up with a bull rider for a brother, I've always liked the sport. My brother rode BEFORE all the safety precautions were required. Nothing but a cowboy hat, chaps and spurs on his boots! (well, he DID wear pants and a shirt too.... c'mon, people you KNOW what I meant!) No helmet, no kevlar vest, no mouth guard = no brain cells, busted up body, walking like he's 90 at the age of 50...

We were lucky and scored FREE tickets right down front!

(THANK YOU to the generous stranger in line in front of us!)

These cowboys sure know how to put thier bodies through a lot of abuse! Not to mention I don't think they have many brain cells to start with. I mean who would willingly use a little piece of rope to tie themselves onto the back of an 1800 pound animal that doesn't like you and try to hang on for 8 seconds while the P.O.'d bull tries just as hard to get rid of you (even after you've hit the ground)!

As part of the PBR show, they have the young up-and-coming cowboys (ages 11-13) ride miniature bulls. I like this little guys 'badge of courage' on his vest!

Of course, grandma had to hit the souvenier booth and buy the grands each a bull. I didn't realize they were 'anatomically correct'. Kallie was playing with hers and told us her bull (which she named Emily btw) 'has an "outie" bellybutton' HAHAHA!! Whew! Grandma dodged a bullet on explaining that one!

I also bought the PBR Wii game. You can either be the bull or you can be the cowboy or you can play against each other with one person as the bull and one as the cowboy. Should be a fun game!
I've never understood the adrenaline rush of bull riding but I do enjoy the exitement of being a spectator. As long as it's no longer MY brother trying to outrun those horns!! :-)