THE REALLY, REALLY GOOD:
Renato’s sterling ride on Delco in the Championship Round: a highly deserved 91.50. Yeah, backflip time!
Sunday’s biggest round of applause: for Ben Jones sticking on Hot Toddy for 85.25, in spite of the bull stumbling to his knees.
Mike Lee’s Renato move: He was hanging off Alternator’s side, but righted himself and made 8. The score was only 78.50, but I gave him A+ for effort.
Anybody who can ride one of the clones is on fire, and this time it was Luke Snyder: 85.75 on Slim to None.
Cody Nance’s hilarious ride on Flashpoint (84.75): at no point was his chin down. Maybe it was that oddball face mask-cage that made it impossible, but he seemed to be surveying the audience throughout the 8 seconds.
On Friday night, Dakota Beck broke his cheek, got a concussion and oral lacerations of his face and mouth, but came to work on Saturday. He really wants it bad! Not only that, but on Sunday he rode Jack in Black for 87. Give it up for Dakota! Whoooo!
A miracle: the Jack Daniels tootsies actually had real shirts on─ stuff wasn’t hanging out.
There actually were moments when the arena music dipped in volume (below 11!) during rider prep, between rides, and─ holy mother o’god!─ once, we even got to watch a ride (Silvano’s, no less) without music.
Elton Cide being rewarded with only an 82 for sticking on Papa Roach, even when the bull banged his horns against the gate while he was bucking.
Guilherme Marchi’s crazy hang-up on the aptly named Unpredictable: he went for a sideways ride, then was dragged by his ankle on the ground, flipped over, and finally got away. He was so surprised, he was laughing. Flint had the proper response: “I woulda screamed like a little girl.”
Stormy Wing’s frightening full-face contact with Stingray’s head: without Stormy’s helmet, the horn would’ve broken his face.
Poor Valdiron, on the ground, with Stinger butting his side and rolling him.
Poor CanadianTy Pozzobon: he rode Frost Bite (84.50), then got thrown against the gate butt first, and landed on his head.
Why did Ryan Dirteater turn down a re-ride and settle for a 59 on The Game Changer? This pairing was a rematch (from Las Vegas), and this time the bull was tired, jumping, but not spinning. Flint: “He was with the guys from last night.”
I don’t know who was funnier after their 88-point ride, Full Force or J.B. Mauney. As J.B. was on the ground, the bull chased his butt, and Mauney didn’t bother to get up─ he crawled like hell to escape. You won’t be able to watch the video without cracking up. Flint’s remark to J.B: “That should be an Olympic event! From my end, that was hilarious.” J.B.’s retort: “From my end, it was pretty damn scary!”
Twice the rider’s name on screen wasn’t correct; e.g. Mike Lee’s name was up, but Ty Pozzobon was the rider. Even the in-ring announcers didn’t know who to announce.
STUPID BEYOND BELIEF
For the second year in a row, “We ran out of” day sheets on Sunday─ but people in the more expensive seats had them. This isn’t conjecture, it’s FACT. I was there. I checked.
Either this is a deliberate policy, which would be really ugly, or this is sheer incompetence. How can the people responsible for day sheets not know how many they need? How do they not have enough, or even more, in case tickets sell out? And even if they did run out, do they not know that in Manhattan, there are thousands of copy places where they could run off photocopies right away???
This might also be a shabby attempt to force customers to buy the $20 program booklet. Whichever way you slice it, this is crap.
Ty Pozzobon, seeing lots of action this weekend, got hung up, swirled, and dumped at 7.95 by Back Bender…and had only 30 seconds to hit the buzzer, which I think is really unfair, considering how a rider’s brain may be a little, um, wracked after a few seconds of jolting around on a bull.
LET’S SEE IF THIS ONE CATCHES ON
The announcers clued us in to the existence of spectacular newcomer Marco Eguche, from São Paolo, dubbing him “the Concrete Cowboy.” I dunno; kinda smacks of the phrase “dumb as a rock,” if ya ask me. Back to the drawing board, boys.
AMEN TO THAT
“Last night we had two of the worst Bass Pro fishermen in the history of fishing,” Flint admitted. He wasn’t kidding: that try-to-get-the-lure-in-the-bucket shtick is always excruciating.
ON THE OTHER HAND:
When asked how many Twitter followers Flint had, his answer was “187,000.” “You don’t!” Brandon/Clint yelled. “Okay, 4,000,” said the painted one.
FLINT IN THE HOUSE
He couldn’t resist. A built Ford tough truck was sitting there in the VIP area, just doing nothing, minding its own business, when Flint got the urge to climb on it—taunting his employers all the way. “Look at the boss!” he crowed, bouncing in the flatbed part. “’Get off the truck!’ Really? Are you gonna fire me? This could be a commercial,” he says, posing on top of the cab. “Every single person that works for the PBR is saying, ‘Don’t stand on the truck!!’ Fun haters! Buzz killers!” And then he did some bumping and grinding that prompted Brandon Bates to remark, “That’s cool and gross at the same time.”
HE’LL NEVER LIVE THIS DOWN
Poor Shorty—as Flint did his routine about how much he’s on TV, racing by and appearing on camera for one second, a woman in the crowd yelled the wrong kind of encouragement: “We love you, Shorty!” Flint made a second pass and nailed Mr. Gorham with a loud smooch on the cheek, then burst out laughing. “He actually made a sound: AGH!”
NEITHER WILL HE
It’s not really how it happened, but what the heck; it’s a good story. Ty Pozzobon visited several NYC subway stops looking for that sandwich before somebody explained it to him.
YEAH, HE SCARES ME, TOO
After Flint’s animal imitations and Fat Albert impersonation, Clint Adkins burst out, “What do you do during the week??”
BigTexTrailers.com put away Chris for the third time, this time right at the chute. The cornball Craig crack: “His name’s not Superman, but he’s still a two-time World Champion.” Can canonization be far behind?
Yeah, this is scary. Fan of the Night copped the title by schlepping a life-size Flint cut-out, complete with tee shirt and tie, all the way from Long Island. On his way up to her row, Flint made sure to torture the Security guards again: “Watch this: stepping on seats!”
I’M JUST SAYIN’…
When the live announcers introduced Rubens Barbosa, they somehow forgot to mention that he was 2011 Rookie of the Year. And on Sunday he was DQ’d for taking too long in the chute…meanwhile, I coulda made myself a cup of tea during Harve Stewart’s chute prep on Johnny Walker Spot. Caleb Sanderson was a slow poke, too.
Douglas Duncan didn’t look like he made 8 seconds on Lightmaker; the buzzer sounded when he was already on the ground, but he got an 84.25.
The PBR likes a good, sentimental story line─ never mind reality. On Saturday, Carrillo Cartel made mincemeat of Pistol Robinson, in what may be the worst wreck of the year. In the Sunday Championship Round, suddenly RMEF Gunpowder & Lead, listed in the day sheet, was removed from the lineup. Instead, Carrillo Cartel was Luke Snyder’s bull, and, it was announced, he was going to ride him as “payback” for Pistol. That move in itself is enough to prevent people from taking bull riding seriously as a sport: the management setting up a revenge match to tug at the heartstrings.
The bull came out backwards, Luke was in the air at 7.8, he challenged─ taking more than 30 seconds to hit the button─ and the ride was reviewed. It wasn’t at all clear whether he had the tail of the bull rope in his hand or whether he even made 8, but, contrary to the rules, he was scored─ 88.75, no less!
Yes, Luke is a great rider; we all know about the camaraderie among riders; yes, he won Friday night; yes, he just proposed to his girlfriend under the Rockefeller Christmas tree; but the judges cheating to create a Hallmark moment is just despicable. On top of that, the score was .75 higher than Valdiron’s ride on Bad Blake, who is one hell of a bull.
That stunt sure took away from Cody Nance winning the event with an 89.25 on Sticker Shock. Left a bad taste in my mouth, I’ll tell ya.