We were a group of three women and two men, all university professionals, between 50 and 60 years old. As soon as we entered the place, they turned to look at us. We imagined that it might seem strange that people like us, especially three women, were there.
From the beginning, we noticed that the men tried to be gentlemanly with us and offered us seats so that we, the three women, could sit down. My friends went to get the beers and left us seated, watching us attentively around us.
While we were there, the other men approached us offering us beers, asking our names and if any of the men with us were our husbands. They introduced themselves as well, and although they were humble looking, they pulled large amounts of money out of their pockets, showed us the latest model cell phones, and even pointed out their cars in the parking lot.
Those ostentatious behaviors were intended not only to attract attention, but also to show how much they had in comparison with the others: a kind of power competition between men.
As I watched the roosters compete, I reflected on the DNA of males of all species. At that moment each rooster showed his feathers, his claws and ferocity before the other roosters in front of them. The men, before other men, in their turn, shouted with real passion their might, their animals, as if the roosters were themselves.
One of the men who approached me to talk confessed that his wife had left him because he had this habit of going to the cockfighting ring every week and that was why he was single. He told me that that day he had brought enough money to bet on a rooster: his rooster. That his money would multiply 100%, he said as if he had made a pact with the gods. But that day the gods abandoned him and at the second fight, the man threw the animal into the arena: the animal jumped, stung several times, but received from the other animal a peck so lethal that it drew streams of blood. The man picked up his animal before the shouting of those present, who shouted humiliating words. More than the animal, it was the man who looked like a dead rooster.
images are from my personal gallery and the text was translated with Deepl
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Cockfighting has been banned in many nations. Amazing in some spaces it is still occurring.
I had never been and I know why they are forbidden: too much cruelty to animals. Without wishing to go against the culture of many people, I think this kind of activities do a disservice to civility. Greetings and thank you for your excellent comment
hard sport but every country is different
Oh goodness, I remember you mentioning the cock fight.
Yes people love to boast and show off their money and trappings. At least the beer was cheap and you got a drink.
Personally I would have the men fighting not their chickens.
A big non fighting hug to you Nancy.
I understand that this type of activity is part of the culture of some towns, but as I told you at the time: I don't think I'll ever go back to a cockfighting ring. It's not only the atmosphere, it's seeing the fights, the blood, the poor animals dying. In short: I didn't like the experience. I send you a big hug, my friend
Yes, any "sport" where humans makes animal fight against each other should be banned in my opinion. Sending you a unbanned hug my friend
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