La Corrida de Toros

Sunday night I went and saw a bull fight, a legit Spanish bull fight. Our seats were almost front row so we had a great view of the whole thing. Well, I knew what a bull fight meant: someone dies everytime. But I didn't expect the feeling it would invoke inside me. Matadors have 15 minutes to kill the bull and if they do not some cows come out and herd the bull in so they can put it out of its misery. Well the first bull fight we saw (there are 6 during one night) was really really sad. I kept asking myself how people get pleasure out of this. All they do is try and piss the bull off so that they can trick him into not being able to release his anger and then they stab him instead. Like what the fuck?! The first bull went along like this, and eventually, after the matador stuck the sword down through his back, you could see his guts spewing from all different places. It was even coming out of his lower neck, the sword had gone all the way through. But the matador failed and the cows did too so we had to watch some man stab him in the head to kill him (what a cheap shot). As the next fight went on it got a lot more interesting to me, who was now officially on the bull's side. We saw 3 men get flipped, 3 got unconcious and 2 of the matadors had to go to the hospital! Way to go bulls!!! I think the best part is when they're really angry and they stomp their feet like the typical bull. I love that part! But needless to say the bull lost everytime which was sad. I have videos of it so everyone will get to see a bull die, which is morbid but worth seeing I feel. I did spill some wine on the lady in front of me and her husband got super angry eveytime I said "OH GOD!" or "HOLY SHIT" or "AHHH" so I'm pretty sure they despised me. In Spain, to fight a bull has a lot of respect and honor in it because the bull is much bigger and much more powerful than the human. However, I don't know why they want to kill so many of them. I hope i'm not reincarnated as a bull in Spain because it appaears they are hated. My poor friend PJ is a vegitarian but decided to come with us and he had to leave way before we did. I think he was on the verge of crying or trhowing up, I'm not sure which one.Anyway I felt very authentic sitting int hat ring but I doubt I'll ever go to another bull fight again.