Saturday, October 29, 2005

PBR

This came up again a few days ago when Jim was in town doing that photoshoot for [some random entertainment and sports programming network] magazine.

We were all in NYC doing the touristy thing when I spotted him. He was 50 yards away and surrounded by tourists from the Far East. They were rubbing his nose for luck and taking an endless number of group photos. While they had him distracted and blinded from the flashes I made my move.

He was a big one. About 7,000 pounds of raging bronze menace ready to charge out of Bowling Green and up Broadway. In a flash I cut through the stunned onlookers and rode him bareback.


8 seconds of glory in lower Manhattan.

And the only thing I can hear above the cheering crowd is one nasty NYC-accented voice screaming: "Your mom must be so proud!" Well, I'm not too sure that mama is all that proud of her boy for making the world-wide symbol for capitalism his bitch in front of a small group of gaping jawed Pacific Islanders, but I do know she would be well-pleased with my sly retort--"Oh yeah lady? Eat me."

-dma

Addition:

The "Wall Street Rodeo" incident took place only moments after several of us had posed for a photograph in which we apppear to be checking the patient bull for testicular cancer. With balls that big, it's difficult to detect a lump.

-Tyler

Follow-up:

Now give me a good cough.

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