A Noble Calling

If anyone was sitting back this weekend, wondering aloud, "Hey, I wonder where the Professional Bull Riding Series is these days", rest assured that the tour is alive and kicking in Albuquerque.

Nothing more thrilling than to walk into a suburban hotel at midnight and walk into a bar full of bull-pee soaked rednecks whoopin' n hollerin it up after a grueling weekend of competition.

Bartender extended last call, just for this special group and their associated media hangers on from CNBC and OLN.


Beer was flowing, shots a-flying, and ironically, Red Bull being downed by the pint. They were drinking their own shooter concoction called "Ride Time", as most people fall down 8 seconds after consumption.

Hmmm... nary an officially sanctioned tour sponsored Bud Light on the table though.

My new favourite rider is Ross Coleman. Hottness held the elevator door open for the Sheenster as she lugged her bags up to her room.

My oh my. Is that a big belt buckle, or are you just glad to see me...