Nothing like Professional Bull Riding on a Saturday night

I had never heard of "PBR" before. My friend made fun of me for not knowing. Must be popular here since I've heard it in a few country songs. (yes, I've been listening to country at work. Not my choice, but it's not so bad) PBR=Professional Bull Riding. And one of the biggest events was held at Oklahoma last weekend. This is something I've wanted to do while here in Oklahoma. I thought I was a cultured person, but somehow in my head I was imagining a man with a lasso being chased around by an angry bull. Must have gotten mixed up with Spain's bull fighting. In Spain they fight. In Oklahoma they ride. Everyone was wearing Wranglers and cowboy boots and hats. I mean EVERYONE. Excluded from that dress code were me and John. John sported a UMD Terps T-shirt, Abercrombie cap, and some Adidas track pants. I at least has some jeans on... and clogs. We felt out of place. But it soon turned out to be a lot of fun. Each rider took turns on the back of a bucking, spinning, 1,700 pound bull. Most guys were flung off in 5 seconds. You would think that once the bull threw the rider off it would charge and try to trample them. Nope, once the rider was off its back, it stopped kicking, and calmly turned around and walked back into its cage. It was funny actually. This mean, wild bull, all of a sudden trots back into its cage liked nothing happened. So well trained! Although, it would have made it much more interesting if it were a rampaging bull.





Okay, this was a rebel bull. He didn't want to go into the cage right away. Most of the others went in soon after