Rodeo

   Tonight I was sitting in the spa, watching a rodeo on TV through the glass doors separating the pool area from the rest of the gym. I couldn't hear anything, but I saw one large bull after another charge out of the gate, bucking and whipping around and thrashing for his life. Then when the rider fell off, each bull continued kicking and spinning and was so frustrated that it tried to gore the fallen cowboy. And I couldn't help but think, is it wrong that I was rooting for the bull to win? Let's tie a noose around the cowboys' groins and throw them in a pit of fire ants and eat popcorn to THAT.