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Lassoing a pardner for the rodeo proves elusive
I guess there just aren’t many real cowboys or cowgirls in the East Coast contingent of my family.
The Liberty Pro Rodeo was in town last weekend, sponsored by the LuLu Shriners in Plymouth Meeting. I have attended events at LuLu in the past, like the circus, and the group puts on fine shows.
So I thought the rodeo would be a fun event for the family to attend. It’s not something we normally get an opportunity to do.
See, I earned my cowboy chops growing up in the Midwest, where I once wore boots and a cowboy hat while serving as an usher at the wedding of a guy named Cletus, who was actually a rodeo cowboy for a time. So I’ve got outdoor arena cred.
“Hey, I’ve got tickets to the rodeo this weekend!” I announced to the family when I got home Friday evening from work.
“Me, go to a rodeo? You’re out of your mind,” said The Blonde Accountant, restating a common malady of mine which should come as no surprise to her.
Criminny sakes, looks like I may have stepped in it.
Daughter of Blonde Accountant was equally as adamant about not attending the rodeo. As it turned out, I had failed to take into consideration that the two people in the house who most consistently wear open-toed shoes might not want to be in the vicinity where the bulls and horses roam.
I think Son of Blonde Accountant would have gone with me to the rodeo, but with all the dirt and leather, he would have done so expecting that a ballgame would have broken out at some point in the proceedings.
The tickets were also offered to Older Daughter, who was born in Illinois and who I believe has at least seen a horse and a bull, but she was unavailable for the weekend. Younger Daughter, who has got a little country in her as well, passed on the tickets without comment. Apparently the aroma of fresh rodeo is not enough to entice a teenager to give up a Saturday night.
Alas, there were no takers and I had to eat the tickets. Now I’ve got a build-up of unused “yee-has!” and no appropriate venue at which to unload them.
Surely there’s an upcoming tractor pull within driving distance in my future?
The Liberty Pro Rodeo was in town last weekend, sponsored by the LuLu Shriners in Plymouth Meeting. I have attended events at LuLu in the past, like the circus, and the group puts on fine shows.
So I thought the rodeo would be a fun event for the family to attend. It’s not something we normally get an opportunity to do.
See, I earned my cowboy chops growing up in the Midwest, where I once wore boots and a cowboy hat while serving as an usher at the wedding of a guy named Cletus, who was actually a rodeo cowboy for a time. So I’ve got outdoor arena cred.
“Hey, I’ve got tickets to the rodeo this weekend!” I announced to the family when I got home Friday evening from work.
“Me, go to a rodeo? You’re out of your mind,” said The Blonde Accountant, restating a common malady of mine which should come as no surprise to her.
Criminny sakes, looks like I may have stepped in it.
Daughter of Blonde Accountant was equally as adamant about not attending the rodeo. As it turned out, I had failed to take into consideration that the two people in the house who most consistently wear open-toed shoes might not want to be in the vicinity where the bulls and horses roam.
I think Son of Blonde Accountant would have gone with me to the rodeo, but with all the dirt and leather, he would have done so expecting that a ballgame would have broken out at some point in the proceedings.
The tickets were also offered to Older Daughter, who was born in Illinois and who I believe has at least seen a horse and a bull, but she was unavailable for the weekend. Younger Daughter, who has got a little country in her as well, passed on the tickets without comment. Apparently the aroma of fresh rodeo is not enough to entice a teenager to give up a Saturday night.
Alas, there were no takers and I had to eat the tickets. Now I’ve got a build-up of unused “yee-has!” and no appropriate venue at which to unload them.
Surely there’s an upcoming tractor pull within driving distance in my future?
Labels: Liberty Pro Rodeo, Lulu Shriners, Mike Morsch, Montgomery Newspapers, Outta Leftfield
posted by Mike Morsch at
6:38 AM
2 Comments:
Hey Mike-
Everyone bailed on me too this weekend for the rodeo. I had my girls barrel racing T-shirt ready, my boots shined, and my Yee-haws practiced. By Friday afternoon, the three families that had expressed interest all had reasons not to go. So, my husband felt free to announce that he didn't want to go a second year in a row, and he'd prefer to wait another year. I was so bummed. I got into rodeo 5 years ago, when I licensed one of my country songs to a rodeo in Medina, TX and got to see a bunch of wild chicks on horses barrel racing to my music. One of my prouder redneck moments! I will have to send you some pictures from last year's Shriner's rodeo. It was not only fun and exciting and a REAL rodeo (not like Cowtown Rodeo), but they even had 3 dollar jello shots for the grownups, and killer food. Now I will have to go to NYC or Baltimore to catch real bull riding competition. Try VS. (channel 38?) on Saturday nights for some good bullriding. Hoping you are doing well!
YEEEEEEE-HAAAAAAAWWWWWW GOOD BUDDY.....
Annie Lynn
When we were kids, my dad brought home rodeo tickets and excitedly swore that we were going to love it. There's nothing like watching animals be tackled and bound to get a suburban 10-year-old, 8-year-old and their mother to cry hysterically. Poor Dad...so much for his bright idea!
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