In what is normally a recipe for pain and hilarity, seasoned bull-watchers were disappointed by the last of this year’s running with the bulls. Not one idiot got gored–not one.
A couple fell and had their stupid scraped knees blown on by the Red Cross, but where was the carnage? It’s the one time of year where humans say to cows, “You know what? Sorry about McDonald’s. Here you go: free hit,” and the bulls did nothing. Even vegetarians are feeling a little less smug today.
The worst part about this is that The Guys’ annual Running with the Bulls bracket was ruined because every single one of us went over. (We play by Price is Right rules.) Granted, my bet of 10,000 might have been a little high, but what can I say? I’m a dreamer.