Friday, December 28, 2007

Why Not Just a Gift Certificate?

One thing we didn't do on Christmas Day was go to the traditional bullfight here at the Plaza Santa Ana, because I've taken Mom to these things before and she tends to rather ostentatiously root for the bull, which is like wearing Bucky Dent's jersey at Fenway. As luck would have it, the bulls put some points on the board, as torero Israel Téllez took a horn to the groin, resulting in oh my God eighteen stitches in the oh my fucking God scrotum.

So the sports page today carried a short item about Téllez saying, y'know, thanks for asking about my balls but I'm doing just fine, thanks...and that he's "dedicating his coronada [injury] to the bullfighting fans of Querétaro."

I mean, look, it's the thought that counts and all, but...ewww!

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Score one for the bull!!! He may have died ( a cruel and prolonged death ) but at least he left his mark!!!!

M

Burro Hall said...

Unlike that prime rib you eat, which usually dies of old age, in its own bed, surrounded by loved ones...

Anonymous said...

At least his death was quick and not for the amusement of the blood-thirsty masses!

M

Burro Hall said...

Well sure - and after living his whole life cooped up in an industrial feed pen, it probably came as a tremendous relief.

Head over to Smith & Wollensky's or the Hilltop and see whether or not those cows died for the amusement of the masses.

Anonymous said...

Blood-thirsty masses? I never heard of any fights breaking out at -- or after -- a bullfight. Sure you're not thinking of hockey, that oh so tender sport played by the mild-mannered Canadians?

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