Heather Murphy-Raines/Scout's HonorTo some, it's a time-honored cultural tradition. It's part of Spain's and Latin America's heritage. A show of bravery. A profession of daring and drama. Of swirling capes and brave matadors.
To others, it's an inhumane abomination. A sickening carnal blood bath and pathetically unfair fight where rarely does the matador die. Yet almost every time the bull, weakened from blood loss, succumbs and is slaughtered before the eyes of thousands recalling ancient Rome. A blood sport.
Whatever you feel about bull fighting, it takes sheer bravado to get into a ring with a hulking one-ton enraged beast in pain and terror.
Yet, sometimes? That terror is shared.
Take young 22-year-old matador Cristian Matador Hernandez in Mexico City:
"'There are some things you must be aware of about yourself,' the 22-year-old Mexican matador said in a television interview. 'I didn't have the ability, I didn't have the balls, this is not my thing.'"
Gored once a few month earlier, do you blame him? He obviously has lost his confidence. And add insult to injury, he's arrested?
I'm sorry, but that seems ridiculous to criminally prosecute an obviously terrified young man who seems incapable to perform while risking his life in the ring. In a ring that personally this writer feels is an inhumane abomination. Yep, that's where I stand.