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A few weeks ago, we lost our rodeo virginity out in Apache Junction. Because it was our first experience watching calf-roping, saddle-bronc riding, and steer-wrestling, we were confused when, before the event, an emcee led the crowd in a brief prayer to make sure the animals wouldnt get hurt . . . in the name of Jesus. Amen. Uh, wouldnt that defeat the purpose of the sport?
Though we dont believe in hurting animals (or Jesus feelings), we sure do love us some cowboyin. Thats why were going to hit up the Helzapoppin PRCA Rodeo. The Professional Rodeo Cowboys Association-sanctioned shindig brings with it the most badass cowpokes as well as the biggest bucking animals.