If you didn’t know, the annual manly religious experience known as The Running of the Bulls is happening in Pamplona right now. Here’s my uneducated summary of what happens during this event.
- A virtual sea of men get absolutely schnookered.
- There are a group of bulls penned up at the end of one street. The gate in front of them opens, and they’re off.
- That sea of drunk dudes? They just run in front of the bulls for a while and hope not to get their assholes gored out.
- Rinse repeat UNTIL JULY 14. That’s almost a week of manliness you probably couldn’t handle.
And here’s what wikipedia has to say about it. Ah, those silly euros. First, Calcio Fiorentino, then this:
In the end, these guys don’t need to prove shit. It’s almost disturbing to me that the manliest sport that we have here in the US is football (maybe hockey, if you count the possibility of throat slashing). To my knowledge, we don’t have anything that comes close to this. Hell, we don’t have anything that comes close to caber tossing.
