Here I am, folks, out in the Montana cold, rolling
up hundreds of feet of garland and tiny LED lights that I had swathed over the fences and, truth be
told, moping just a bit. No, I don’t have the post-Christmas blues. Fortunately
for me, I really do love the holidays, probably because my parents did, and although
I do sympathize with folks who find the season difficult because of personal
losses or difficult circumstances, I don’t have any patience with people who
want to piss on other people’s parades by railing about the “commercialism” and
the rat race exhaustion and, of course and most important of all, the “War on
Christmas.” If you have a problem about the holidays, I will thank you to keep your
damned mouth shut about it. Go sit in the corner and brood upon your own
self-righteousness and leave me the hell out of it.
The sad thing is that what I’m moping about
isn’t like to get resolved anytime soon. The PBR season starts tonight, and I
am finding it hard to work up any enthusiasm. I am more than happy to blame
this on my dear friend and partner in crime, Pearl de Vere, because she
recently reminded me of a post from way back in 2008 in which I was complaining
about—wait for it—a lot of the same shit I’m still complaining about.
Her observation prompted me to think about
all the things that the PBR bosses still need to fix and seem oblivious to,
from the very serious issue of making wearing a helmet mandatory to the less
worrisome, but genuinely stomach-churning, matter of making Flint quit twerking. (In Pearl’s immortal words, “That shit has to stop.”) Is it really possible that he didn't get the fact that parents all over the country were horrified by Miley Cyrus' little display of bad taste?
Top it all off with the way the last
championship was stolen from Silvano Alves, via a few points shaved off each successful
ride at a time, and we are facing a disheartening situation. I will be very,
very surprised if we don’t see the same thing this year, so as to guarantee
that an American wins the title.
I mean no disrespect to J.B. Mauney, who
fought the good fight and gave us some spectacular rides in the process, but I would be lying if I said that I don’t think he got
some help from the judges. I doubt that the PBR as a whole is organized
enough to orchestrate a conspiracy, but I am also just pretty damned sure that
some individual judges decided to take matters into their own hands and make
sure Alves didn’t three-peat. (For more on this subject, I invite you to check out Kris diLorenzo's excellent posts on her blog, Bull Riding Marketing.)
All that being said, I don’t mean to suggest
that the dudes who run the PBR should be jumping every time I say frog,
although that would be nice. But it would also be nice if they would quit
acting like anybody who makes a suggestion is the Antichrist and obviously just
out to spoil their fun.
4 comments:
What vulgarity?
I'm of the same not-so-humble opinions:
1) Riders should wear helmets unless they've read about the risks, heard the Riot Act from Dr. Tandy, talked to some brain-damaged football players and prizefighters, and STILL want to wear a hat.
2) Silvano was robbed. Didn't I carp about those .25 dings all season? If I were better at math, I'd figure out what the real outcome would've been. Alas, I was an English major, and those bonus points and Touring Pro points make it impossible. And then there's the JB scoring manual...
Hey, do you know any statisticians we could ask? With all the information available, s/he could probably figure out the real deal.
PS--Go look at my Bullriders' Xmas List and New Year's Resolutions posts. Rasmussen's ass is very disturbing to me, too. He's been twerking since before there was even a word for it.
I saw Flint at the Livingston TPD event, and I can't believe how little commonsense he seems to have. He told a long involved joke about an NFL receiver catching a baby who was thrown out of a burning building and then spiking the baby, and he seemed stunned when the audience collectively groaned. Then Brandon Bates stated that "We just can't say the things we used to be able to stay 10 years ago." No shit, Sherlock.
My Flint "no common sense" story was when he pointed out to all of us that if we didn't know what "Dutch Rudder" meant, the name of the bull about to come out, that he couldn't tell us because kids were present, but we could look it up. Gross. But then, after figuring out what "Liquid Kitty" meant, I wasn't really surprised with the name. Anyway, I couldn't help but wonder how many kids in the audience went home that night and looked it up. Thankfully, my two weren't paying attention to him.
I was sure that JB would win this past year, too, thanks to what I saw as fishy scoring from time to time. I don't begrudge him the win--he is good, he displayed some good sportsmanship (much better than many of his fans, I might add) and, as my husband, a big JB fan, says "he goes balls to the wall almost every time". He seems to have matured since becoming a husband and father. I just wish the PBR didn't make it so hard to like him. I seriously have to try hard to tune them out because it's not his fault that all of this is going on around him--not that I don't think he's enjoying it, of course--but still, I doubt he's asking for it. It's not like it's written in a contract. It'll be interesting to see what happens this year.
On a more shallow note: I swear to God if I have to hear "Bad to the Bone" every time he walks out this year, I'm going to scream. They played it three times in one day at Madison Square Garden (I'll explain how I know that later) and I was already rolling my eyes--and we're only on event number one.
But, the cowboy way! Cowboy tough! (Sigh.)
Glad you got to go to NY, Shannon! I, too, am beginning to tire of J.B.'s name -- it's not his fault, but the PBR is relentless.
Based on what I can hear in the background of the broadcasts, Flint has developed no new material. Joy.
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