It was worth risking life on the corridor of fame that is I35 to go to the rodeo in Waco. That’s because the PRCA ProRodeo finals are sheer adrenaline up excitement, and a good humored get together to boot. 
A ringside seat in the boxes made it even better, right up close to the action, and that had its moments. Bang, out of the gate comes a pounding, bucking, ferocious bull. Rider, stay on that bull! And when you’re thrown, don’t get trampled to death by the hooves of the beast. No kidding.
Bronc, barrel, just look at those girls fly!, and bull riding are all high octane, but  don’t scorn team roping and steer wrestling. Go on, jump off a running horse and wrestle a steer to the ground, I dare you. Regardless, watching the horsemanship and the outstanding quality and spirit of the animals alone is an event in itself, at least for me.
All this to say nothing of muttin bustin (sheep riding) and general carry on for the kids, and the way the event kicks off, with prayer, a flag ride, and the Star Spangled Banner. Guess what, no one keeps their hat on in protest.
You might mock all this if you’re an NWO stooge, or a comsymp fool who’s so far up the New York Times that you can’t separate truth from fiction. Or you can see it for what it is, good, wholesome, down-home, straight up enjoyment with no side.
So thanks, J&B. A great night was had by all.
God bless,