Growing up in the 80’s there were many Sunday afternoons that some form of rodeo was on. From what I remember they made it a timed event where the cowboy on horseback would run up next to the steer, then slide off the horse onto the steers neck, grabbing the horns and twisting to flip it to the ground. The timer stopped them the steers hip met the ground.

As a kid I thought “ok, so I guess that’s a thing.” As an adult I think about what it’s got to be like to be startled and try to run away, only for a shitty chiropractor to throw me to the ground, then celebrate.

He passed in 2000 at the age of 52. 😐

I loved watching him when I was growing up, but as adulthood and kids took over my life, he slipped away. Thanks for the memory!

The line is blocked between 2-3, so 3,6,&7 don’t get anything.