I thought I would be going to AlleyFest tonight in downtown Longview, but I've found a lack of interest from my cohorts. I kinda wanted to see the Fabulous Thunderbirds, although I'm no big fan. If Jimmy Vaughan - yes, that Jimmy Vaughan, the brother of the late, great Stevie Ray - was still part of the FT, I'd certainly be trekking to the intersection of Tyler and Center Streets tonight for the show.
I had an offer from one of my best friends to go home to Carthage and play cards, but I don't feel like driving that far. I know that sounds thrilling; I'm not a card player, mostly just the guy who sits there and watches and makes fun of the people losing their money/chips/biscuits, whatever currency is being used.
Then of course, there's the bar scene, of which I've become too frequent a visitor. That doesn't mean I partake all that much, it's just somewhere to meet a couple of friends that isn't somebody's house. Therefore it has that feeling of doing something even though you're not really doing anything.
I've decided to attend the Gladewater Round-Up Rodeo with my parents and 16-year-old brother, a choice he made, which is amusing considering a quick glance at him would make you think he'd be the last person to want to go to the rodeo: 6-foot-3, T-shirt, shorts, long hair ... kind of a new-age basketball-playing guitar hippie.
I'm looking forward to tonight. I've covered the Gladewater rodeo for three straight years as part of my job, but I've never attended as an observer. Of course, like every other red-blooded Southern man, the bull riding is my favorite part. However, I do have an appreciation for the ropers. They're usually the older guys who have been on the PRCA circuit for a long time and are the real veterans of the business. The rough stock guys - cowboys in the bull riding, saddle-bronc, and bareback events - are always younger, sometimes just out of high school or off a college rodeo team. They're younger because their bodies can take the toll the older ropers' bodies can't.
It should be a grand evening for the Brooks clan. If you're at the rodeo, we'll be the family that looks like it has no business being at a rodeo. Yeah, that's us.
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2 comments:
So Jimmie isn't with the T-Birds anymore? Man, I'm glad I didn't go. The Fabulous Thunderbirds without Jimmie Vaughan is like a sandwich with no meat. Or bread. Or cheese. In fact, it's not so much a sandwich as it is just a pile of poo, left there on your plate.
Hey Bro... I will be sure to check up on this thing... be sure to shoot over to threejustins.blogspot.com...
Me barnett and another douche named Justin write voer there ever so often. I am trying to light a fire under their asses to start back up! Go Spurs and Mavs huh!!!
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