Picture it. A cobblestone street filled with men young and old, but mostly young, dressed all in white save for a red sash around their waist. Suddenly a thunderous rumble grows louder and louder. The crowd of testoterone- and adrenaline-fueled men begin to surge up the street away from the approaching noise. The source of the aural assault becomes apparent as a storm of beef on the hoof with horns still attached rages toward the men. The men take two paths. Some part like a white-and-red sea, pressing themselves against the brick walls that line the street. Peeking over their shoulders to gauge the distance between them and the encroaching animals, the other men try to out pace the bulls. Sometimes with no success.
What are the odds that one bull could gore two brothers simultaneously? I’m guessing they’re pretty great.
I’m not a daredevil. No skydiving, no bungee, no running with the bulls. Trying a new beer is about as adventurous as I get.
Here’s a clip with some pics of the brothers simultaneously getting perforated.