And it was. For the most part. Mrs. Grieve and I made the trip to the Garden for the Sunday afternoon finale. I was hoping for a slice of old-fashioned county fair fun, but was surprised how slick and MTV-like it all was. Lots of loud music. (But hey -- ZZ Top sounds best at this volume!) Pyrotechnics. And the oh-groan, Morning Zoo-like comedy stylings from the rodeo clown/MC with the wireless mic walking around the Garden floor. And lots of cowboy guys riding 2,000-pound bulls. There were plenty of ohhhs and ahhhs when the rider would get chucked from the bull and trampled underfoot. (See the first video below for a sampling.) Not sure what else to say about any of it. Stayed for maybe 30 minutes. That was plenty. Oh, and this was the first time that I've ever been to the Garden where people sitting in Section 43 wearing Dickies had a chance to win prizes.
