The eye of the BULL.
Ez got hung up on him.
He stomped on Ez's leg.
I am thanking God it was only his leg.
Ez's Mom (that would be me) was screaming 'kill the bull' because no one was doing ANYTHING for what seemed like forever (seconds turn into slow motion at a time like this)...and then I think Dan Johansen did something or another. Maybe. I'm really not sure, but Ez got off and away, and that's all that mattered to me.
I may as well admit I was raving mad ( I don't even get a little mad easily) as no one came to see if my son was ok. It's called.....drumroll, a new vocabulary term I don't care for much so far:
COWBOY UP!
Bullfighters?????
They must have still been yakking on the other side of the fence!
Can you BELIEVE he is climbing back up there only a few hours later???
Not only did he ride for 8 (this is bullrider lingo for he made the ride), but he won his first (did I really say that?) buckle.
Pretty sore, and he probably wouldn't admit it, but I made him sleep in the guest bedroom, and I slept on the couch in there too, just in case he needed me.
Worth it???
I would say no way, but if you ask Ez, he'll say "Heck ya". Bettcha.
