From the Hip: Adrenaline rush for all at Platte River Rodeo

After last weekend’s rodeo, I have a new respect for bullfighters and rodeo clowns.

The first time I went to a rodeo was in 1996 at Cheyenne Frontier Days. I was told that once I had seen that rodeo, I would be bored by all the others.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

I didn’t go to rodeos very often when I moved to Saratoga and if I did, it was to volunteer in the sorority, or with the cub scouts and I didn’t actually see the rodeos.

Since working at the Saratoga Sun, I have gone to quite a few rodeos.

I really didn’t pay much attention to the clowns or the bullfighters, until this we...