Posted on 06. Mar, 2012 by Erika Pedroza
I have a keen way of finding myself in the most unfortunate situations while on the job.
From almost dying in a fire (no exaggeration, more to come in an upcoming opinion column) to vomiting on the scene of the first fatal accident I covered to being thrown against a car by the pressure of a helicopter ambulance lifting from the scene of another accident, I’ve been harshly baptized into every facet of breaking news.
Although not exactly “breaking news,” covering the third installment of the Professional Bull Riders Iron Cowboy competition at Cowboys Stadium in Arlington Saturday lent a similar then-disgusting, now-hilarious story.
The thrill of my arena-side view of the competition was quickly trammeled not only when a bull rammed against the fence and scared the daylights out of me, but also when said bull darted by a second time, this time plowing through a pile of feces. You can only guess where some of those particles landed.
Good news, though — this time, I kept my lunch down.