I’ll admit—I’ve been somewhat biased against Texas even though I’ve been living an hour from the Texas/Oklahoma border for the past four years. It might have to do with the fact that Texans seem to be so much louder and prouder then people from other states, which was rather foreign to me as a Canadian. Growing up, I rarely remember being asked where I or my family was from originally whereas in America “Where are you from?” seemed to be one of the first questions folks asked each other.
However, this past weekend I finally made it to the great state of Texas (NOT in an airport—that doesn’t count) with my faithful sidekick Emily. Being the obliging folks that we are, we agreed to chaperone two friends on the trip to Texas to the Fort Worth Stock Show and Rodeo. The annual Fort Worth Stock Show and Rodeo was a good show—it was the first big rodeo I’d been to, the previous rodeo being a small Oklahoma production not worth commenting on. We arrived at the arena about twenty minutes before the rodeo was scheduled to begin, so I entertained myself with people-watching. “Everything’s bigger in Texas” is a catchphrase I had often heard anytime the state was brought up in conversation. The corn dogs certainly were, as were the tractors, the bulls, and the indoor fireworks.
Perhaps the one rodeo act that stood out most was Whiplash the Capuchin Cowboy, a small primate clinging to a collie for dear life while the collie herded several goats into a white picket corral to the great delight of the children in the audience.