A good old rodeo never hurt anyone.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Some guys work 125 to 130 rodeos a year. They're just goin' all the time.
In my boyhood, cattle-raising ran almost neck and neck with grain-raising. In my secluded little valley in the Suisun Hills, the rodeo was the most exhilarating spectacle in the round year.
I'm sort of a Walter Mitty. I got fewer brain cells than most people, so when I got friendly with cowboys, I started rodeoing. When I was calf-roping, there was something about the dirt that made me feel clean.
I love going to Rodeo Drive with my wife.
I can remember sittin' in a cafe when I first started in rodeo, and waitin' until somebody got done so I could finish what they left.
From a distance, at a time of urbanization and connectivity, rodeo and ranching may seem anachronistic notions - quaint and sepia-toned from an America that no longer exists.
I never knowingly wanted to hurt anybody.
I never rode a bull - I'm not that stupid.
Rodeo careers can end without warning, as quick as the next try at an eight-second ride.
A little showbiz never hurt anyone.