Hillsboro NPRA Rodeo
July 28, 2006
The ususally quiet Faircomplex MAX station is a scene of joyous festivities today. An unusual flurry of men and mustangs. The scene is a rodeo. I walked along a sinuous lane toward the rodeo. There were people seated all around , two rodeo queens inside the arena and the competitors awaiting their turn in nervous anticipation. There were two people up on the high pedestal assumed responsibility of the microphone and made desperate attempts at cowboy hilarity I presume. The result was sad Britney Spears jokes and audience coaxed into applauds for many a sorry cowboy with a history of bad performances.
The competition featured many an interesting rodeo sport - bareback riding, the down roping, breakaway roping, saddle bronc riding, steer wrestling, team roping, barrel racing and bull riding. I caught myself half-way into breakaway roping. As the cow is released to rush into the arena the cowboy races behind with vigorous gallops swinging a nylon rope with his arm trying to noose the animal as it runs about crazy. This is a timed sport with both cow-boys and cow-girls competing alike. The next sport was a little more violent. The saddle bronc riding. The idea is to ride on an untamed horse or bronco which is held in a small enclosure. As soon as the gate is opened, the horse rushes out and attempts to throw off the rider.
I looked at the cow-boy on the horse, the perfect equestrian.. one animal tames another and the transformation is complete from two feet to four. And Sophoceles reads from the pages of Antigone ...
Wonders are many, and none is more wonderful than man; the power that crosses the white sea, driven by the stormy south-wind, making a path under surges that threaten to engulf him; and Earth, the eldest of the gods, the immortal, the unwearied, doth he wear, turning the soil with the offspring of horses, as the ploughs go to and fro from year to year.
We have been around only 150,000 years but our achievements are wonderous.
My phone vibrates to announce the arrival of my turkish friends Canturk and Deniz. We drive off to the Iranian restaurent for a sumptous dinner of polaaw and kabobs...
The ususally quiet Faircomplex MAX station is a scene of joyous festivities today. An unusual flurry of men and mustangs. The scene is a rodeo. I walked along a sinuous lane toward the rodeo. There were people seated all around , two rodeo queens inside the arena and the competitors awaiting their turn in nervous anticipation. There were two people up on the high pedestal assumed responsibility of the microphone and made desperate attempts at cowboy hilarity I presume. The result was sad Britney Spears jokes and audience coaxed into applauds for many a sorry cowboy with a history of bad performances.
The competition featured many an interesting rodeo sport - bareback riding, the down roping, breakaway roping, saddle bronc riding, steer wrestling, team roping, barrel racing and bull riding. I caught myself half-way into breakaway roping. As the cow is released to rush into the arena the cowboy races behind with vigorous gallops swinging a nylon rope with his arm trying to noose the animal as it runs about crazy. This is a timed sport with both cow-boys and cow-girls competing alike. The next sport was a little more violent. The saddle bronc riding. The idea is to ride on an untamed horse or bronco which is held in a small enclosure. As soon as the gate is opened, the horse rushes out and attempts to throw off the rider.
I looked at the cow-boy on the horse, the perfect equestrian.. one animal tames another and the transformation is complete from two feet to four. And Sophoceles reads from the pages of Antigone ...
Wonders are many, and none is more wonderful than man; the power that crosses the white sea, driven by the stormy south-wind, making a path under surges that threaten to engulf him; and Earth, the eldest of the gods, the immortal, the unwearied, doth he wear, turning the soil with the offspring of horses, as the ploughs go to and fro from year to year.
We have been around only 150,000 years but our achievements are wonderous.
My phone vibrates to announce the arrival of my turkish friends Canturk and Deniz. We drive off to the Iranian restaurent for a sumptous dinner of polaaw and kabobs...
posted by Amar @ 10:35 PM
1 Comments:
At 10:32 AM,
Amar said…
Beautiful...now this is what I call immersion! You have a great writing skill and the ability to connect things!
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