THE ADVENTURES OF THE JAC ATTACK!

A Blog about a clever boy and a mom determined to out-smart him.

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Small Town Rodeo

 The rodeo is deeply appreciated Texas tradition and indoctrinating my son as a Texan remains one of my mother's highest priorities.  I am not a Texan.  I was raised in the high desert plains of New Mexico and feel the pulse of the Rockies in my blood.  But on a slow day in West Texas I am willing to concede that the rodeo, even a small college rodeo is good entertainment.

The wind swept wildly over the West Texas grasslands and the clumps of dark green juniper bushes spotting the yellow landscape did little to halt it.  The wrought iron stadium stood just outside the small town of Cisco and a collection of pickup trucks had begun to gather.  A few beleaguered horses backed slowly out of rusting horse trailers led by slim cowboys wearing narrow blue jeans.

The "cowgirls" had abandoned the traditional tight jeans and snap shirts that have long been associated with the profession and instead wore the trappings of the even older occupation of harlotry. They sported tiny denim shorts barely covering their buttocks and bits of fat escaped from the edges.  These shorts were paired with cowboy boots and the ensemble finished with a bikini top.

The cowboys were somewhat flabby young men in need of a shave, wearing cut off t shirts.  The college football team recruited from urban settings stood hesitantly in the distance and seemed mostly wary of the cattle.

The main even was shoot dogging.  Half grown bulls were placed in a metal shoot.  These bulls lacked any form of beauty and shared no resemblance to the grazing cattle in picturesque landscape paintings.  They were awkwardly arranged, covered in spotted hides and adorned with rough little horns.

The cowboys stood in the shoot anxiously fidgeting while the tiny professor announced their names and made other important proclamations to include, "STOP SAYING THE F WORD! MY DAUGHTER IS IN THE CROWD."

A bull was released and rushed from the shoot with a young man holding desperately to its horns.  The bull spun in reckless circles and the young man finally relinquished his hold after being repeatedly stepped on.  The dance continued for ten iterations of ill fated cowboys.  The bulls stumbled triumphantly from the arena while cowboys dusted their pants off and attempted to regain pride lost in the dust.

Trey Rey a male member the the Cisco College Cheer leading squad jumped into the shoot.  He was a short young man with broad shoulders and an unproven swagger.  His compatriots lined the shoot sitting high on the metal fence and cheered wildly.  The bull lilted back in forth eager to escape the noise and confinement of its metal prison.  Trey Rey practiced his grip on the bull's stubby horns and gave the signal.  The shoot door swung open and the bull raced into the dirty arena dragging Trey Rey who tightly clung to the bull's horns.  Trey Rey fought to regain is footing and the bull snorted in protest. Trey Rey dug his heels into the deep dirt pulling his weight backwards.  The unexpected shift in momentum caught the bull off guard and Trey Rey flipped it head first into the dirt.  The crowd went wild and the dazed bull stood up giving the victorious Trey Rey an extra kick before exiting the ring and Trey Rey was the hero of the college rodeo.

2 Comments:

At May 28, 2012 at 8:00 PM , Blogger Leigh T said...

OK - I got caught up. You can write again...

 
At June 1, 2012 at 2:20 PM , Blogger Leigh T said...

Ummm.... where are you?

 

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