The traditions and pageantry of bullfighting are far from being universally loved in the sports native country. Take these people for example…

That was a anti-bullfighting protest that took place in Las Ventas in May that was staged by the animal rights group, Equanimal. The participants stripped down to their ropa interior and covered themselves in fake blood and picadores – which are the spears that matadors use to stab the bull during the bull fight.

The people of San Sebastien, a small town in Central Spain which is best known as a great place to go on a country jaunt if you’re living in a Hemingway novel, have come up with their own alternative to Bullfighting that they feel is more humane. It’s called bull dallying – as in dillydallying? – and involves no swords and certainly no killing of the bull. You just bait the bull into running at you, then hope that your range of joint motion doesn’t fail you now.

According to Google translator, the word dally does not exist in the Spanish language. However, in English, it can mean to waste time or to play mockingly. One of these guys is definitely dallying. The other has murder/death/kill in mind.

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His name is Frank “El Ingles” Evans. He’s 66 years-old, and the only living English bullfighter.

He’s slain over 300 bulls in his 40+ year career. This past weekend, he got back in the ring for the first time in three years since having a knee replacement and quadruple bypass heart surgery.

His next stop could be a matador tour of South America – so that he can say he’s fought in every country in the world that will allow you to kill a bull inside a ring. (Fighting fit at 66: Britain’s heart bypass matador back with a flourish)

This guy makes me feel bad about myself, and ashamed to know half the people I know.

Much like if you preface any potato product with bacon, sour cream, and/or cheddar cheese, adding freestyle in front of any sporting activity immediately grabs my attention.

…with that said, I give you freestyle bullfighting.

After the first 8 seconds, the strategy is essentially: SERPENTINE! SERPENTINE! But the back-flip was pretty cool.

And let the record show that the matador (??) is named Dusty Tuckness and the bull is named E-COLI.

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Friday night, I went to an event that was described to me prior as a midget bullfight where free tequila would be served. It wasn’t so much that I wanted to go, as that I felt morally responsible to.

Is bullfighting even legal in New York!? I thought, as we made our way out to this spectacle. It was out by the Brooklyn Bridge; I presumed at some abandoned warehouse where I would be frisked for weapons and contraband on the way in. Maybe there would be reckless gambling involved!

Turns out there were no bulls. No midgets! The event was actually a book release party at a harmless bookstore (read: no abandoned warehouse, no gambling whatsoever). Thankfully, the free tequila was not a myth, and we drank that liquid opium in the children’s section and read Where The Wild Things Are.

The party was for the release of Enanitos Toreros by Livia Corona. She spent almost a decade living in Mexico at a dwarf colony, the residents of which are huge bullfighting enthusiasts, see for yourself:

I hope you stuck with that until the :22 point. Enanitos Toreros is in stores now!