1 post tagged “raindeer dippin”
(inspired by last night's poetry slam)
PBR no longer stands for Pabst Blue Ribbon
no no no no no
PBR stands for Professional Bull Riding. it's the next best thing to the Tour de France.
the toughest eight seconds in sports, my dad says. he's doing his dammedest to grow the PBR fan base, personally, from the living room.
yep, the PBR!
a new generation of cowboys is stepping up, strapping on and flying high
two ton bulls six feet off the ground with such fury my pulse stops
can he do it?
one - the gate flys open and a cowboy named Tater's hand shoots in the air
two - the bull is air born contorting unnaturaly for an animal so big
three - the bull hits the ground dips his head and bucks
four - Tater dips a little to the side, his hand lowering to maintain balance
five - Tater straightens out and the bull is spinning like a top
six - the bulls' back legs try to detach themselves from its body
seven - Tater corrects and maintains
eight - the buzzer sounds and in a motion so practiced and fluid the bull rope loosens....
Tater flys off and face plants into the rodeo dirt, losing his hat. the bull charges, still spinning and bucking and two of the bravest son of bitches i've ever seen distract the bull, pull it's horns, charge it and race it back to the pen.
Tater gets up, dusts himself off, and finds his hat and then throws it.
see, the cowboy gets the applause.
"grab some sour cream, cuz there's a hot Tater here tonight" the announcer says.
and these poor guys in Enterprise rental car vests and clown make up await the next beast that's going to come at them full speed with an idiot on top.
the next bull is called "raindeer dippin", he's bucked off twenty-three straight, and attacked his owner, everyone and Satan's mother is scared shitless of this bull. my dad's been talking about him for weeks.
one - the gate opens
two - people wonder if there was ever a cowboy on top of this bull, because if there was, he's now gone.
raindeer dippin visably snorts and lowers his four foot wide head,
the Enterprise guys are yelling and signaling to each other
the cowboy is safe, high on the gate
raindeer dippin takes stock and then peacefully trots into the pen
and the weight of the world lifts from the Enterprise guys who take a breath before the gate opens again.
"don'tcha just love it?" my dad says.
i'm too stunned to answer, not even a minute has passed.
