Sports
By Blue Duck, Legendary PBR Bull and Occasional Philosopher
This is your boy, Blue Duck—1,635 pounds of muscle, attitude, and Oklahoma sass. I live the good life most days: grazing in the sun, napping in the shade, and making Cord McCoy fetch me snacks like the well-trained butler he is. (Love ya, Cord. Don’t forget the molasses cubes this time.)
But every once in a while, the lights flick on, the crowd roars, and it’s go time. That’s right, I’m talking about the Livingston Classic PBR presented by Ressler Motors Chevrolet, returning Saturday, July 12th at 7 pm to the Park County Fairgrounds. And guess what? I’ll be there, looking handsome, dangerous, and ready to launch some poor cowboy into the Montana sky.
Now don’t get me wrong—I love riders. They're brave little fellas. I can feel every twitch, every lean, every desperate prayer they mutter under their breath. I respect the effort. But let’s be honest: I’m smarter, stronger, and I’ve got moves that would make a ballerina jealous. Sometimes I buck ’em off in under three seconds just to remind everyone who’s boss. Other times?
I let them ride—just to keep it interesting. You’re welcome.
I live down in Oklahoma most of the year, and let me tell you—it’s hot. Like, standing-in-a-bonfire-while-wearing-a-fur-coat hot. So rolling into Livingston, Montana in July is like checking into a luxury spa; cool nights, green grass, and the best fans in the world. Y’all know how to cheer a bull on. I’d tip my hat to you if I wore one.
I take my job seriously. I train.
I stretch. I eat right (mostly). After all, I only have to work eight seconds a week, but when it’s my turn, I put on a show. And this year? I’ve got new moves. I’m not just bringing the heat—I’m bringing the fireworks. You don’t want to miss it.
But fair warning: tickets are going fast. And I don’t want to see you standing outside the gates, crying into your cowboy hat because you waited too long. Head to LivingstonClassicPBR.com and lock ‘em in. I’ll be watching. And judging.
See you July 12th. Come early. Cheer loud. And bring snacks. (For me, obviously.)