RE: There tough, but.....
 

i would never ride one!
looks like it would hurt the family jewels
this is the sport for me

RE: There tough, but.....
 

When I was home working for the summer after my freshman year of college, the whole family went out for ice cream one night. At the DQ there is a sign advertising a Rodeo and that they are looking for "Amateur bull riders."

Being the over-confident young college wrestler I was at the time, I knew that I could do it and told my family that I could. My mom replies, "You don't have the guts."

At 19, there was no way I could take that kind of trash talk especially from my mom, so I wrote down the number and called it the next day.

The lady on the other end takes down my info and says "Ok you're all signed up, just bring your rope, vest and glove when you come."

Having no clue what she was talking about and not wanting to sound like an idiot, I said sounds good.
I convinced my boss to sponsor me and pay my $35 entry fee if I wore a work shirt.

The day of the rodeo, I showed up and get out of my car with my rope, vest, and glove. My rope was a boat tie rope, my vest was a hunting vest, and my glove was a work glove. I had no idea how off I was on all 3 counts.

As I get out of my car, a jacked-up F-150 pulls up next to me and out hop 3 guys in cowboy boots and cowboy hats with ropes, vests, and gloves that looked nothing like my rope, vest, and glove:eek: I start talking to them and aksed them the obvious question if they were there for the rodeo. Of course they said they were and I said I was too. They asked where my rope, vest, and glove were. When I showed them sheepishly, they laughed their a$$e$ off. One guy asks, "You've never ridden a bull before have you?"
"Nope, but I dated a fat chick once!"

At this point they told me to hide my boat rope, gardening gloves and hunting vest deep in my trunk where no one could possibly see it and said I could use their stuff.

Long story shorter, they were great guys and taught me a lot about riding that I had no clue about, including the fact that one of their "strategies" was to have a buddy smack the bull in the balls with a stick right before they left the chutes to get better bucks!

I lasted about 4 seconds by my timing of the videotape my dad took that day, not bad for my first and last time bull riding! I still have the video and pull it out a couple times a year to re-live it. I still get the willies everytime I watch it. It was a blast and a rush, but not something I need to do again.

Mom apparently didn't watch my ride at all as she had her head buried in her hands the whole time.
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