Scott and I went to a rodeo last night. This was Scott's first time to a rodeo, my second. It's amazing how different a cowboy's life is from mine. We saw a lot of people with boots, tight jeans, and cowboy hats on. The announcer sounded a lot like Mater from the movie "Cars" and seemed a bit sexist to me (or at least he liked to make fun of his wife a lot). They played a lot of country music, which I don't mind, but I'm more of an R and B girl myself. It's just amazing how different a city girl is from the simple life of those who live in the country. However, I did have a lot of fun and enjoyed watching some of the cowboys get bucked off their horses and bulls.
They had a lot of events going on during the rodeo. A few of the events involved tackling, strangling, and completely tying up a little calf. I must admit that I almost cried every time this happened because I felt sorry for the poor little thing. I don't know if you can see it in the above picture because we used our tiny, crappy HP camera, but it is a picture of a cowboy tackling the calf.
Although I had tons of fun, I find it sad that these animals are getting hurt for our pleasure. I know people say that they are not getting hurt, but would you like your privates squeezed together to the point where you would start jumping around like a wild bull? I certainly would not. I also don't get why the cowboys are willing to hurt themselves for the little amount of money they receive. One of the cowboys at this rodeo had already broken his neck once, but was still willing to continue bull riding. It makes no sense to me, but maybe it's because I didn't grow up a cowgirl.