You were perched in your seat, spending the extra 30 for a box seat in the very front for the first night at the rodeo in your home town. It was around 10, the show was almost over. The rodeo clown gets into a red barrel and was encouraging the crowd to clap with him and cheer as the last ride of the night was about to take place. On the mark, the gates opened as a man in a light blue shirt, some dark pants with brown chaps and a hat comes bucking out on a black bull. Being at the front, you stared in awe as it comes your way, hind legs hammering the fence before the guy fell off. He grunts, landing just up against it. The other cowboys help to steer the bull away and back to the gates. The guy gets up, the audience and you applaud loudly. “And that folks is Matt Lynn for a whopping 78.32.” The announcer cheers. As Matt gets up sheepishly.