It seemed like a pretty short night. I got up; drank my coffee; stuck some raspberry popovers into the oven to bake; took out the garbage and read the Sunday paper. By that time Forry was up and going and we were trying to decide when we had to leave for the Talking Stick Arena in downtown Phoenix.
We learned a couple things yesterday. One was to put our handicapped sticker on the mirror before we turned into the parking lot. That got us shuttled over to the reserved corner just catty-corner from the Arena. The second was to send Forry directly to our seats while I got us something to drink.
There was another full house crowd today. There were more family groups. I quickly noticed that there were not any of the "skanky" girls hanging around like there were last night waiting to party. When the announcer asked how many were first-timers, not nearly as many replied as last night.
I'd say the bulls were ahead today. There were 11 rides against 20 buck-offs in the first round. Then in the Final, there were only three scores out of the fifteen bulls.
There was a really nasty accident in the last go-round. The bull Roy came out hard and fast and after quickly tossing his rider, went down on his front legs, breaking them. It was really hard to see. One of his owners was sitting just over in front of us. She was in tears as she hurriedly hastened to the back of the chutes.
We were home in time to watch tonight's broadcast on CBS Sports. Since we were sitting in front, it was fun to see ourselves several times on the broadcast (Our friend Leslie even sent me a screen shot!). I was wandering how they were going to handle it when the bull was injured. They just didn't show - or even mention that ride. Probably the wise thing to do.
It's been a great weekend. TV is a great medium, but it's even better in person.
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