Tonight I was at the Myakka Rodeo with Nancy Ebersole Good. We were invited by one of the bull riders and so we went. This was my first time ever. I loved it. Sometimes I quit breathing until the rider was save and the bull back in a pen. My admiration goes to the two in pink as they were the men that distracted the bull after the rider fell or jumped off and to get the him back into the pen.
I think I know the meaning of being "Bull-headed".