Madrid - Bull Fight

Just a quick post as we have a New York Life dinner (Dad's company) in a few minutes.

But yeah, we (Ashlee, myself, and Adam) decided that we would go to a bull fight in Madrid as there was going to be one the day we got in from San Sebastian. We found out that it was not a normal bull fight but it was one for beginning matadors, the bulls weighed less etc. It ended up being absolutely nuts.
We showed up at the ring and got to our seats, which are nothing more than a tiny concrete bench, that doesn’t fit American men very well. We were about five rows back from the ground. The competition started with the three different teams parading around the ring. Then it was go time as the first bull came out. The chaos seemed to start right off the bat as one guy got slammed into the wall by the bull. The process then goes through a series of stages in which they slowly, basically, kill the bull. It was very gruesome and going once was definitely more than enough. We were ready to leave after the first bull was killed.
We decided to stick around for the second bull and that is when things began to go haywire. Within the first minute the second bull was in the ring, one guy got some serious hang time when he was thrown by the bull. The bull then turned on the matador and he had a nice flight too, and then he proceeded to get trampled by the bull. He managed to get out of the way and staggered to the side of the ring where he proceeded to attempt to stand out but instead passed out. He was rushed out of the ring and straight to the hospital. This bull was crazy; he was stomping at the ground just like in the cartoons. The bull then proceeded to then knock over a horse and send a few more people flying before he was finally taken out.

It was after this second bull that we called it a day and decided we didn’t want to stay for the final fight. It was an interesting experience but something that I wouldn’t want to experience again.