"Uhh, Excuse Me...Can I Touch Your Arm?"

Some people love football.  Some people love shopping.  Some people love painting.

I love to watch bull riding.

Go ahead - laugh all you want.  It won't be the first time I've been laughed at for it.  It won't be the last time I'll be laughed at for it.  And I definitely won't love it any less.

I'm utterly obsessed. 


:)

For years, I have watched Professional Bull Riding (PBR) on TV and travelled thousands of miles all over the country to watch it live.

In Tulsa, which happened to be a trip for my 21st birthday, we got to meet the riders.  That's right - cowboys.  And lots of them.  We were as excited as....well, as excited as cowboy-loving 21-year-old girls getting ready to meet a bunch of bull-riding cowboys.  In fact, the title of this post is a true-life-not-even-kidding-you quote from my best friend, Ashley, to her favorite bull rider.  We have no shame.  We even had the stereotypical cheesy [read: awesome!!!] shirts that we hand-made to bring with us to the meet and greet for each of the riders to sign. 

{Yes, it is framed in my closet.  Don't judge.  At least it's not hanging in my living room.}


This year, thanks to the BEST SISTER EVER, I get to go to the event in the Cowboys Stadium!!!  I am beyond excited, as if you were not able to tell by my use of underlining, bold print, capital letters, and exclamation points.


So here is your challenge:  I dare you....no, wait.  I triple dog dare you (yes, I went there) to turn your TV to a PBR event, and try to not enjoy yourself.  I don't think it's possible.


A bunch of cowboys (in cowboy hats, no less) riding 1500 pounds of crazy, bucking, twisting, fiery-eyed beast for eight terrorizing seconds - who wouldn't love this sport??