Got My Country On

Rears, cowboys and wranglers is romance at it’s best. Even if the rears belong to livestock.

In honor of Valentine’s day, my husband and I went to the Dixie National Rodeo last Friday night. Yes, I wanted to go to the rodeo and no, I’ve never been before.

We explored…stables holding cows, horses and goats being vacuumed (grooming?) and had such shiny, soft coats.

We ate…once we entered the coliseum which was a serious misstep. There were fair food stands open outside and next to nothing inside, our options were gloppy pizza, limp foiled wrapped hamburgers and popcorn saltier than the Gulf of Mexico.

We watched…a long welcome presentation, a blonde woman singing karaoke songs, a progression of six American flags throughout history, the national anthem, a prayer, pyrotechnics and then a parade of politicians riding horses.

We learned…that this was an actual competition and now just a show. Okay, so I was surprised to discover these events were scored by judges and they had strict parameters such as – in bronc riding the riders can only use one hand and they needed to hold on for eight seconds.

We sang…up close and personal along with Chris Cagle, well, I did for the two songs I actually knew.

We held out…until the very end, three hours later for the bull riding grand finale.

For Valentine’s day I Got My Country On.