Last night, Chris and I took Aiden to the PBR. If you have never been to a PBR event or watched one on television, it is a bunch of grown men strapping themselves on the back of a pissed off bull and trying to hang on for 8 seconds.
These bulls are bred to be mean. They don't want anyone on their backs as much as you or I want anyone strapping themselves to our backs and then sticking spurs into our sides.
Quite a few of the riders don't make it past 2 seconds, if that long. Several of them get stomped in the face or get their necks broken. A few have died doing this.
Aiden could have cared less about the bulls or the big truck shooting confetti out of it. He loved the music and he danced. Every other minute he wanted to dance with Chris, then he wanted to dance with me. He flirted with the ladies sitting behind us. He flirted with the ladies sitting in the next section. After the event, every one in two sections had to come up and meet the "cute little guy" who was more entertaining than the bulls were.
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