Let's start with the similarities between the PBR and the CBR.   Bulls, cowboys and music.   That's where all similarities end and I'm being very gracious here.  

Somewhere truth in advertising should have shut off former world champion bull rider Tuff Hedeman's microphone before he embarrassingly announced that the CBR was comprised of the 45 best bull riders and the 45 best bucking bulls in the world.  

Unless there was some horrific tragedy wherein the plane carrying the PBR cowboys crashed into the bull holding pens, wiping out all concerned, prior to a PBR event and it just didn't make the newspapers and TV broadcasts, then Tuff was just plain lying or in need of a lot more or a lot less medication.   He went so far as to mention some of the bulls in the same sentence as the one and only Bodacious.   Considering the history between Hedeman and Bodacious I would have thought that just out of respect, reverence, and point of reference he could have done without it.   The bulls that I saw were a lot more appropriately compared to Big Macs than Bodacious. 

The bulls were undersized to say the least and if there were two of them that may have made a PBR pen, they had an off night on the night I watched.   There were a whole lot more step offs than buck offs and to say the scoring was generous would qualify as the understatement of at least the millennium.    The bulls went into unremarkable flat spins that may have been dizzying but weren't anywhere near challenging nor entertaining for the vast majority of the night.   Let me interrupt myself here to say that the Equestrian Center at the South Point was a very comfortable place to stage this fiasco and I don't believe that Michael Gaughan and the South Point staff deserves anything other than "A" for effort.   The place is a little under lit for the sake of still photography but considering that there was so little going on that would compel someone to want to photograph it, that was a minor inconvenience.   The barrel man couldn't fit into the barrel and in what just has to pass for the most entertaining and quite possibly dangerous part of the evening (other than the usual parking garage grand prix and demolition derby combined event) the big guy skied across the dirt in full Elvis regalia whilst being towed by a horse.   Flint Rasmussen he's not.  It was very difficult to discern if the bull riders were talented enough to fit into the PBR with Matt Austin, Ronny Kitchens and PRCA champion B.J. Schumacher being the most recognizable names.

The CBR is appropriately initialed if the "C" stands for Crappy, Crummy, Cruddy or most any word that is not "Championship".   I hope and pray that the world of bull riding does not drop into the abyss populated by professional boxing by simply finding three letters in the alphabet and some willing sponsors who for whatever reasons, cannot or will not associate their businesses with the PBR and calling their event a "world championship".   

There were bulls and there were bull riders and there was loud music but the similarities absolutely and completely ended right there.