As fans are filing into the arena in Redmond, Ore., John Naldur, one of the visiting athletes, is warming up in the bullpen. Naldur, 58, isn't here to pitch, though. This bullpen has no pitcher's mound. It's a real cattle pen occupied by three real bulls--three real surly bulls. Sufficiently limber, Naldur ignores the snorting animals--and his age--as he hops on the back of a 1,300-lb. bronco that will try to launch him skyward while galloping at up to 40 m.p.h. It's a rough ride that ends with a kick to the head, a face full of blood and some tense...
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