On April 24th the sun will set on the 11 year reign of Old Bulls. The dawn of a new legacy will shine its first light upon the hallowed pits of the Balboa. The Old Bull, middle aged, out of shape, past residents of the yellow house have claimed their last championship. The Balboa will once again claim The Balboa Open.
While the old bulls struggle through their mundane lives with worry of job security, mortgage payments, and the stock market…we sit in the sunshine of the Central Coast, drinking beer, throwing horseshoes and nailing chicks. While the old bull boasts of his new car although he has nowhere cool to go…we ride our bike to Save Mart, buy some beer and cigarettes, and blow off class. While the old bull spends time with his children and checking his online bank account…we sit in the backyard playing horseshoes accounting our leaners, ringers, stacks, three stacks and four stacks. While the old bull slowly dies…we grow strong nurtured by our epic SLO lifestyle.
I can almost feel your old bull blood beginning to boil. I can sense your blood pressure rising and your relief knowing that you took your medication. I know you can sense us standing outside, walking the 40 feet over and over again, drinking our cold beer and dreaming about game day brackets.
Old Bulls, your confidence is empty as your opportunity has passed. The last ten years were good for you as your legacy is complete. Do not fear the coming charge of the green horns. It is as it should be. I will open the gate for you…you may walk out to pasture…I promise it will not hurt