Life Post Rodeo

Took up an invite a few weeks ago and attended my first ever proper San Antonio “Rodeo” event. I’ve technically been to the Rodeo stock yard where you can get funnel cake and other carny food when Rhiannon was alive, but I’ve never had any interest in checking out any of the events. I know that the Rodeo pulls in a number of musical guests that aren’t “Country” but I thought they were putting on concerts throughout the two week period. What I learned is that you take in a Rodeo event and then after that’s done - they make a stage in the center of the arena and people in attendance are then treated to a performance.

Anyhoo, said friend works for the rodeo in some capacity and I was treated to some amazing seats to take in a skills competition of some kind. From what I gathered, a number of ranch hands from a handful of ranches throughout Texas - do a number of events that are scored and then one ranch is proclaimed a winner. Its kinda like medieval times but unscripted. As far as I’m concerned everyone at both events is in costumes.

I’ve never seen someone bronco bust in person before and that was pretty cool. I found myself rooting for the animals throughout the event and that may not be what other people in attendance were doing. I’m inclined to think that animals don’t like to be tied up and bent into shapes that are unnatural. One event involved slapping a full sized cow into the arena and then four guys tried to stop it from running to milk it a container of some kind.

Point of this journal entry is that I now live in a Post Rodeo Existence.

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