This Is Exactly What My Monday Post Vacation Blues Needed: Matador Getting Gored To Near Death

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DailymailThrusting his sword forward while screaming at the animal in the ring with him, bullfighter Lorenzo Sanchez looked poised to finish off his bloodied opponent. But just moments later, it was the Spaniard knocking on death’s door as he was hoisted into the air and tossed around like a rag doll. As a nervous crowd looked on in Madrid’s Las Ventas bullring, the desperate animal gored the matador, piercing his chest and leg in a frenzied attack. At one point Sanchez is suspended upside down, blood dripping from his face, as the bull’s horn is buried in his left leg. After being dumped on to the ground, the animal attempts to finish him off and digs its horn digs into his chest as he howls in pain.

 

Needed it. Absolutely needed it. Listen I don’t want to keep whining about how unfair my life is and how I should be at the beach right now instead of blogging, but I was flat out depressed this morning. I needed something to pick me up. This is exactly what the doctor ordered. I mean nothing I love more than seeing a bull ram his horn through a matadors intestines. Just ripping his guts apart.  Almost like God is watching over me telling me it will be okay.  “There is a light at the end of the tunnel Dave. Keep your chin up.  You can make it through these next 2 weeks before you go on vacation again to Saratoga.” My only complaint is that people rescued this clown. Nobody ever rescues the bull. If you want to be Mr. Tough Guy and all flamboyant and shit then you should fight the bull to the death like a man. You can’t cry for momma when things start going badly for you. Pussy city. He gored you fair and square. Now bleed out like a man.