Hi, I’m your hamburger helper…
Readers know I blog a lot about bullfighting, because, well, it’s a very easy target that ridicules itself with very little help from me.
Stupid me, I always thought they meant death from the bull, until I started taking a look at the “assistants” these guys have.
Check out these yokel matador assistants above, struggling with their outfits in a photo from a couple of days ago.
Is it me, or does that one guy look like Ralph Kramden? “Alice, I’m goin’ to the Raccoon Dance as a matador, and that’s final!”
And catch the assistant bullfighter in the next shot, tripping at a pretty embarrassing moment.
Or the assorted assistants in the combo shot at the left.
I wouldn’t want these guys to have my back in a Pictionary game, much less a bullfight. That goes triple for the one in the Napoleon hat.
Seeing them is enough to almost – but not quite – make me feel some sympathy for the matadors.
I still root for the bulls, of course. As far as I can tell, they get no assistants at all, not even these goofballs.
Above: Matadors’ assistants prepare before a bullfight at the Plaza de Acho in Lima November 29, 2009. REUTERS/Enrique Castro-Mendivil
Right: An assistant bullfighter trips during San Isidro’s bullfighting fair in Madrid, in a 2007 file photo. REUTERS/Susana Vera
Combo: Assorted assistant shots. REUTERS photos