…Continued from the previous post.
It’s fortunate that I don’t wear a pacemaker, and that my heart is more or less sturdy. Because if I did, or if it wasn’t…well, The Bird would be on The Concorde to Paris right now, with the generous proceeds of my life insurance policy tucked under her wing.
And she’d have the Professional Bull Riders Tour to thank for the windfall.
See, I was recently sitting in the upper balcony of Las Vegas’s Thomas & Mack Center, just looking around and minding my own business when the time arrived to introduce the cowboys about to compete in the PBR World Finals.
It was not subtle.
But once I climbed out of the lap of the woman seated next to me and apologized for having landed there, I had to admit it was quite a spectacle to behold. Well, to visually behold, anyway.
If this blog was entitled “It’s Sesame Street Somewhere”, we’d be going into the “One Of These Things Is Not Like The Others” segment of the show right about now. And if you selected “cowboys” from the list above, you would receive…well OK, I don’t exactly know what the purse is for the average Sesame Street episode, but that’s beside the point.
I was surrounded by cowboys because the Professional Bull Riders Tour was in town, conducting their season-ending World Finals at UNLV’s Thomas & Mack Center. And bulls and cowboys go together like…well, like bulls and cowboys.