
So yesterday I was reading a
little article about the life of the professional bull rider. Which seems to involve a lot of aspirin, nasal reconstruction (from when you get "dashboarded" by the bull), Copenhagen, and U.S. Border Patrol endorsements.
I have been interested in bull riding ever since I randomly discovered the
shark-jumping reality show
Ty Murray's Celebrity Bull Riding Challenge, in which the diminutive Texan champ (assisted by his girlfriend the Alaskan singing poetess, Jewel) teaches a crew of has-been celebrities, including actor Stephen Baldwin, Leif Garrett (who wimps out on the first day), Nitro from American Gladiators, Vanilla Ice, Rocket Ismail, Jonny Fairplay (yes, a reality show star appearing as such on other reality shows — we live in the age of meta-*non*fiction), an ultimate fighting guy, a motocross guy, and the direct-to-video son of Anthony Quinn.
(Yes, you are in luck, all six episodes of this masterpiece are available
free online at Country Music Television:)
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One nice thing about bull riding, as opposed to say, calf roping, is that it's very clear that the animal is expected to have the upper hand in the encounter.
My favorite bull is from several years ago, a real twister named Bodacious.
I'd be tempted to name it Trouble, or some variation thereof (i.e. Sounds Like Trouble).
Forgive me the pun.
Maureen, I think we need to round up a crew to catch the rodeo.
Hackett, I like your suggestion!
I attended my first rodeo (the gargantuan Houston Livestock Show & Rodeo, no less) when I was seven. And many since. During my days spent as a sports reporter, I covered more than I can count and with the advent of the professional bull riding circuit (a distinct rival to the PRCA circuit) things really got crazy.
Let me assure you that of all the sports there are to cover, rodeo is one of the least journalism-friendly ones out there. It's just not easy to tease a narrative out of events where the biggest rivals compete days apart and head off to the next paycheck in Albuquerque or Butte or wherever another rodeo is being held that same week.
And the barrel racers are *always* attached to the bull riders. I've yet to see one slumming with a bronc rider or calf roper.
A bull with triceratops in it should obviously be named Triple Threat.
Bull names:
Razor Pilot
Cola Wars
Suicide Bomber
Viral Enhancement
Post Antibiotic Era (courtesy Bruce Sterling)
Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster (courtesy HHGTTG)
Al Gore
Golden Calf (for a nice brass Steampunk bull)
Open Heart Razorwire
One more:
Irrational Exuberance
Latino Health Crisis (via Achewood)
Ur-bull
Taurescence
Thanks for all those awesome suggestions, y'all. I think my favorites are probably Suicide Bomber (revealing my soft spot for War on Terror irony, even though it's now going out of fashion), Irrational Exuberance, Triple Threat, and Taurescence. Probably in that order. But in recognition of the subjectivity of such things, tell you what: I'll send a copy of the book to any of you who send me an email with your snail mail coordinates. Ping me at nakashima_brown (at) yahoo dot com. Thanks!
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