This is from a post I made over a year ago.
When I was 19 years old, I had a crush on a girl that rode the rodeo barrel race. I desperately wanted to impress her so I decided to ride a bull in the fall rodeo. I was no stranger to bucking critters; I had broken horses and ridden, or attempted to ride bulls in the past…albeit they were adolescent bulls.
The hombre I drew on the day of the rodeo was a veteran Brahma with a reputation. I sauntered over to the chute like I'd done the dance a hundred times before. I forced a long hiss through my teeth, set my Stetson down tight and shimmied up the railing. Waiting for me in the chute was one humongous bull that stared at me through coal black eyes. He was snorting and gyrating like a demon standing in a basin of holy water. One look told me this hombre was wound tighter than a cheap watch.
The set up was difficult because that mass of T-bone kept moving and dancing. When I finally got the bull rope wrapped tight around my riding hand the overgrown bovine slammed my leg into the steel fence. Some fool shouted, "Are you alright?" I cast a look back and yelled, "OK!"
In hindsight, that wasn't the smartest reply. As soon as I said it, someone opened the gate. I was halfway seated and not prepared at all as that bull came unwound. This was about the same time that everything went slow motion. One moment I was a bull rider and the next I was viewing the spectators from a vantage point high above the arena. The crowd turned upside down just about the time my face hit the dirt.
When the world stopped spinning I saw an odd looking creature looming over me: brightly painted mouth, red nose way too big for its face, shaggy orange hair and wearing a bright polka dotted suit just a couple sizes too large. When the image finally coalesced, I recognized the rodeo clown.
The clown leaned in close and asked, "Are you ok?" Now I might not be the brightest fire on the prairie but I recalled being asked that trick question only a few moments before. I staggered to my feet, looked at Bozo and exclaimed, "I will be as soon as I get out of here!"
Some days later I ran into the girl of my dreams. She gave me a wry smile and offered in the politest tone, " I saw your ride the other night. You looked great coming out of the chute…" I finished the sentence for her, "Yea, for about a tenth of a second."
Needless to say, I've never been atop a bull again and I didn't win the affection of the fair maiden.