Local Magazine Staffers to Sustain Injuries at PBR Media Event, Ctd.
By Tim Rogers|
Well, the deed has been done. The mechanical bull has been ridden. And it is with a heavy heart that I tell you none of your D Magazine boys did right by their chosen charities today at the Professional Bull Riders media day challenge (to promote the Dickies Iron Cowboy Invitational Challenge this Saturday night). There was blood. There was sexual tension. I invite you to jump for some observations and full-color photography.
Ty Murray was one of the judges (along with Stephen Jones; PBR CEO Randy Bernard; and Kody Lostroh, the 2009 PBR World Champion). I wanted to ask Murray about his wife, Jewel, but Zac told me that would be a bad idea, so I steered clear of him. Eric couldn’t stop staring at Murray’s butt, which he declared “extremely tight.” Zac concurred. I did not see it and will defer to my colleagues. We had a debate on the way home about whether any of one of us could take Murray in a fight. He’s a small fellow. But, as Zac said, he’s probably all “functional strength.” I.e., he’s a badass. We determined our only chance at taking him would be if all three of us could fight him simultaneously. Even then, it’d be tough.
At the conclusion of the event, after having only ridden the bull twice, I found my inner thighs were extremely sore. Zac, Eric, and I were standing at a table, eating some free sandwiches, when an attractive young lady approached our table. I believe she worked for the PR firm hired to produce to the event. Or maybe she worked for Dickies. Or the PBR. She asked if we’d had a good time. I told her we had, adding, “We were just talking about how incredibly sore our groins are. I just don’t use these inner-thigh squeezing muscles very often.” There was a pause. And then she said, “I can’t say the same.” Ty Murray probably would have known what to say next. I stood there in silence.
On to the photos.
Outside Cowboys stadium, we spotted this truck. It had a one-horned bull thing in its bed. This was our cue that we'd found the right place.There were about 10 media types who entered. The five longest rides advanced to the second round. I'm proud to say that both Zac and I advanced. Kody Lostroh (pictured) said after my first ride, "You've done this before." You know what? I hadn't. I'm not afraid to say that made me happy.You know who DIDN'T make it to the second round? Eric, that's who. But at least Eric didn't bleed. Another member of the media whom I didn't recognize left some of his bodily fluids on the concourse at Cowboys Stadium.Channel 11's J.D. Miles kept yelling, "Whee! Look at me, everyone! I'm a cowboy!!" It was weird.Out of a possible 40 points, Zac scored 33. I think that put him fourth overall. He employed an unorthodox technique of holding his crotch with both hands and staring at intently.Aside from the stunt stache I'm growing for my 40th birthday, I'm not sure there's anything here, form-wise, that could be improved upon. That's just solid cowboying. Or whatever it's called. I scored a 34. I will remind Zac of this every day for the rest of our lives.Let's just say that the judging was uneven. WBAP's Steve Lamb won $5,000 for the Lena Pope Home, which sounds to me like a very made-up charity. I think Lamb scored a 39 or something ridiculous like that. From left: Stephen Jones, Ty Murray, Lamb, Kody Lostroh, Randy Bernard.At the conclusion of the event, the lunch buffet was opened. I don't understand what happened. Media types are KNOWN freeloaders. Yet we were the only ones who took advantage of the free sandwiches (which were dang tasty). Thanks to everyone who put this thing together. We left sore and full -- and with a pretty smart-looking Dickies coat as a parting gift. Not a bad way to the spend the morning.
