Team Ropin’ Conversation

“There‚s only one thing worse than eating next to a left-handed person, and that‚s heading for him. It‚s like trying to screw the male end of a garden house into the matching threads on your stock tank drain,” so spoke Bob to Allen, two fair-to-middlin‚ team ropers, both fives, in the prime of their addiction. The equivalent of two-pack-a-day ropers.

“Yeah, team ropin‚s gone to hell,” answered Allen. “Used to be one guy had an arena and ...