Warning: irreverent humor ensues.
5. There is a league.
The President of the league (no less) scored the toreadors the night I went, on merit of style and artistry, I suppose. There might even be a matador union, which might explain their uniforms.
4. There are ticket scalpers.
I was harassed by one as I stood in line at the ticket window. He tried unsuccessfully to sell me multiple tickets in seats in the sun. I wanted only 1 in the shade. I only managed to shake him by pretending not to understand Spanish, which was pretty easy, really.
3. There are programs.
More like giant tabloids, full of articles, news, and profiles of toreadors. And ads for steakhouses and butchers. The most amazing thing is that the programs were free.
2. There are concession stands.
They sold soft drinks, beer, wine, and even mixed drinks. There are even guys selling drinks in the stands. It would have been perfect if they sold hot dogs and hamburgers, but I saw no evidence of that.
1. The bulls never win.
They give a valiant effort, but for some reason always come up short. They do, however, get invited to the post-event dinner.
