Cowboy Up

We took The Boy to his first rodeo tonight. It's not quite like the rodeos you may have watched on TV. Same events ..... bareback, barrel racing, calf roping, steer wrestling and bull riding .... but this was the National Senior circuit, so all the contestants were over 40.

They had a 40-50 class, 50-60 class, and over 60. They moved a little slower. Times were a little higher. Horsemanship not quite as crisp. And they fell just as hard. I like watching rodeo, and I wish I could do that stuff; but there's NO WAY I'd want to be doing that at my age and older.

And The Boy enjoyed himself well enough. Good food. Cheap entertainment. And not something he'll likely see again anytime soon.

So we're sitting up in the stands watching the calf roping and one gent came in with a time of 14.1 seconds, I believe. After his score was announced, the lady behind made the best comment I've probably heard since a fan yelled at me at a game years ago, "Hey Ref! You're socks are too tight and they're cutting off the circulation to your brain!!"

Best Comment after his run: "Those two new hips have done him a world of good . . . and he still has all his original teeth."

Yep -- can't beat the rodeo in Montana.