Everyone knows that Cowboy Christmas really comes in July, but for a certain 10 days in December Las Vegas gets to Party Like Wade Sundell. The best of the best in PRCA compete for that world title and Gold Buckle Dreams.
It's probably been a long road to get there having to go Amarillo by Morning, a Photofinish into Ol' Cheyenne, not to mention getting through El Paso, but that's just What Cowboys Do.
So it starts with the bareback riding, a rough and ragged sport full of whiplash and rag-doll imitations. It takes a lot of grit to be a Bareback Jack.
Onto the bulldogging, because dive-bombing off a speeding horse sounded like a fantastic idea to somebody. These big and burly men are tough, and rough and rollin' in a Freight Train.
Team Roping, there's some things you just can't do by yourself, stretchin' one out is one of those things, plus there's someone else to blame if shit goes south. These boys have to find them a partner that's the Travelin' Kind, and one that still has a thumb.
Next is the saddle-bronc riding, no night latch crew. They take a likin' to having their feet forward and a hack-rein in their hand. Always lookin' to get that Re-Ride if they get bucked off.
The movie 8 Seconds kind of portrayed calf ropers as prissy little girls, and I would say that. They may be no Buckaroo Man, but you gotta love a man that can lift with his knees.
The next event is for the ladies hailing from Barrel Racer Land, their Horses are Faster than greased lightening, with just a tinge of cocaine induced insanity. These girls are truly talented.
They call it the longest 8 seconds in history, this Rank Riders Anthem they call bull-riding. The only thing more dangerous than a woman scorned is 2000 lbs of hooky nonsense spinning really fast. I know it takes grit and determination and a little bit of misplaced brain cells to be a BRSOB.