If you know me at all you know the only sport I intentionally enjoy every year is rodeo. And while most people are interested in bull riding because it’s the most exciting, the REAL show of athleticism is the steer roping and steer wrestling. To be man enough to take down a literal cow is… *sigh* perfection. Also, those men are STRONG. Any skinny little cowboy can ride a bull, to take down a steer is a MAN’S game.
Anyway, I digress…
This last weekend I attended a rodeo with my best friend. One of my favorite summer traditions. Maybe second place to the lake. Maybe…
At this rodeo I noticed the rodeo clown. You always notice the clown because he’s a performer, but this weekend the jokes didn’t hit right.
The clown made joke after joke about marriage. About his wife being a heifer. About his wife being so ugly. About his wife being such a gold digger. About cheating on his wife. About being married five times. It was joke after joke about this imaginary wife.
I didn’t like it. I feel like the heart of country things, the heart of rodeo are cowboys. And while athletes are notoriously scandalous in their private lives, I like to think that cowboys are still honorable and faithful and God fearing. The idea that marriage was made into such a joke hit me the wrong way and for the first time in a long time I wasn’t loving the rodeo. Of course the events were great, and of course they still started with a prayer and the national anthem and talked about God Bless America and all that… but they sure didn’t bless the idea of marriage.
I hope for a better or at least more balanced show next time.
Redheaded Jill 
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