The boat underneath me twitched. I left the beach and it felt like they had opened the chute. The brahma I was on exploding in every direction. All I could do was sit tight and wait for the buzzer.
Looking around, I wondered where the clowns were. Who was going to help me when it was time to get off? The bull started twisting left and I was forced to concentrate.
The world spun and suddenly I was on the arena floor or more accurately, under it. The bull had rolled and I was pinned. There hadn’t been a buzzer.
I punched out and began collecting my things, swimming back to shore head lowered in shame.
I asked for a re-ride and was tossed again. It’s just not your day kid.