8 Seconds

Today is the day that the Professional Bull Riders are coming to the town I live in. My best friend bought me tickets for my birthday, which is Thursday. I am so incredibly excited not only because it's a HUGE event, but I have grown up watching PBR with my grandpa. Every time I go down there, he always wants me to sit down and watch it with him. I must say that it's a pretty intriguing sport. They have to stay on a bucking bull for at least 8 seconds to win. It is intense to watch on TV and I can only imagine what tonight's intensity will be. Actually, I imagine the atmosphere quite vividly. I picture beer banners everywhere, cowboy hats, boots, spurs, and a lot of spitting. It doesn't bother me because, except for the alcohol everywhere, that's the environment I grew up in. Nowadays, the cowboy/cowgirl look is a fashion statement. Preps are wearing boots and hats like they've lived in the country their whole life. That actually kind of bothers me because those people are not being true to who they a really are. Anyways, I did grow up in the country and I'm still surrounded by a lot of the people even though I moved away. However, I don't broadcast it and "show off" by wearing ridiculous get ups. I barely have an accent anymore. Back to the point, I've never been super involved in watching bull riding but it is something I definitely enjoy being a fan of. The passion that those young men have for conquering that wild bull for 8 seconds is so admirable. If they stay on, the rider will sometimes do a little victory dance that gets the crowd going wild. All in all, thanks to my best friend, I can now experience the excitement of Professional Bull Riding in person instead of on the TV. Best of all, she will be right there next to me.