
Carol Schmidt

Feb 14, 2004, 11:18 PM
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Re: [mikelangford] First bullfight, Aye Caramba!
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I only went to one bullfight in my life and that was in Portugal, where I heard in advance that the bull would not be killed. Actually, it is killed afterward and the meat sent to orphanages and such so that people don't feel badly about the killing, and since I do eat beef I cannot complain too much. Hypocrites like me like our beef slaughter done in private. Every area has its own style of bullfighting, I understand. In Portugal, the first round with the bull involves 8-10 local young men in tight tan pants, frilly shirts and tight gold-embroidered vests with red cumberbands, and the guy who gets to jump on the bull's horns has a thickly padded cumberband. The kids get in a line and charge at the bull and the first one jumps on the horns while the others all try to get a hold of the bull's tail, and they hold on as the bull races all over the ring trying to throw the kid from its head and get rid of the load of kids hanging on to its tail. When they've all had enough the young men jump off and run for the gates. The second stage, not so much fun, involves brightly costumed guys on foot with capes who stick the tassled darts into the bull's back and neck till it is covered with blood. The metallic smell drifts into the stands in the hot sun. The third stage is the guy on the horse, he and horse in gorgeous costume, and he and the horse get the bull to charge and dance around until the bull is exhausted. The crowd gets to vote on whether the bullfighter did a good job of posturing and charging, and then they applaud or boo the bull as well. The guys from stage two hang around the gates and can distract the bull with their capes if somehow the bullfighter gets thrown or otherwise is in danger. The event is a highly scripted social event with women of various ages throwing flowers into the ring as the man on horseback makes the rounds of the bullring and lots of flirting and drinking goes on in the stands. Alcohol and sweat soon overpower the smell of blood. I'd be interested in hearing more about Mexican bullfights. Ole Ole restaurant on Loreto in San Miguel is owned by bullfight afficianados and it is full of signed posters of the best bullfighters in Mexico and other souvenirs of bullfighting. That's the closest I've gotten to a Mexican bullfight. Carol Schmidt
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