We love Christmas at our house. But admittedly, for us, part of the magic of the month of December is the 10-day, televised, rodeo world extravaganza that is the NFR.
The National Finals Rodeo is the reason we have satellite TV. It’s the reason we have DVR, too, so Beau (an old college rodeo hand) can watch the team-roping over and over and over. And over.
The year that we were married we traveled with my parents to watch the NFR in Las Vegas. We stayed on the strip. We hit the trade-shows. We watched the rodeo — live! — from the nosebleeds at the Thomas & Mack. And we loved it. We will certainly go back someday to watch our favorite rodeo heroes compete for big money. Someday when we wouldn’t have to pack diapers.
But for now we are content to watch from the couch, remote at the ready to fast-forward through commercials, rewind to re-watch record-breaking runs, pause for kid meltdowns, and stop and resume again after (kid) bedtime. And when the TV isn’t on, we’ll be re-living the highlights with the help of our stickhorses and a make-shift chute that is essentially the gap between our recliner and the couch.