Any Oregonian with an interest in spectacle and/or history and/or cowboys in tight jeans should make it out to the Pendleton Round-Up at least once in the life. Last year, Patrick Alan Coleman (RIP) and I spent an insane 48 hours at the rodeo, where we witnessed the following things: A parade of 1,300 horses, 900 pounds of ham, men jump from horses to wrestle steers to the ground over and over, a woman spilling beer on a baby. This is about tradition, people. It's about Oregon's wild west roots, it's about drinking heavily in celebration of freedom and friendship, it's about primal man vs. nature.
This afternoon, East Oregonian-reporter-turned-Mercury-hipster-correspondent Alex Z. and I will be heading out to the rodeo and blogging from the madness all weekend. Check back in tomorrow and Sunday for photos, updates, and direct transcription of terrible rodeo clown jokes.