fragments of memory

I have to admit that I really enjoyed the Cincy final today. I'm no fan of Djokovic whatsoever, and I'm lukewarm on Murray, but they played a great match. The tiniest part of me still wanted Rafa to be in the final, and of course I love Rafa's game, but there was something beautiful about all those flat, crisply-struck balls. It was fun to watch.

Anyway, Rafa will be number 1 in the world on August 18th, and I'm so pleased that I think I could watch anything with a certain amount of happiness today, even Djokovic.

Oh, and I suppose it's worth mentioning that I went to PBR (Professional Bull Riding) on Saturday night. It started out as a joke between a friend and I some months ago, but somehow it became reality and an entire group of us went. I've been to plenty of rodeos over the years, as my dad's side of the family is primarily of the farming/ranching variety, but this was the first time I'd gone to PBR and it was quite the spectacle. There were strobe lights, huge tv screens, a pyrotechnics display, fire-breathing bull heads, and an amazing sountrack to accompany it all. And of course there was the bull riding itself, which was kind of mediocre when compared to the stuff I'd seen at local Colorado rodeos, but there were a couple of great rides and it turned out to be a pretty nice Saturday night, actually. Anything that involves beer, hot dogs, and a pamphlet to order bull semen can't be half-bad, you know?