The line was a familiar one in Clem McSpadden's rodeo repertoire: "fast horses and pretty women.”
But I laughed every time I heard it after his wife Donna McSpadden and son Bart McSpadden told me they were just waiting for the day he confused the two: pretty horses and fast women.
I asked Clem late in his life if it had ever happened, and he gave me the Clem part politician/part rodeo announcer pat answer "Awhhh Bryan, not that I recall.”
What really breaks my heart is that I can hear that voice — the one I've heard since those years my parents took to me the Enid Shrine Rodeo — as clear and deep as a blue-sky Oklahoma day, and yet I know I can no longer talk with him.
He died Monday night at age 82 at M.D. Anderson Cancer Center in Houston after a lengthy battle with cancer.
For 16 seasons I covered professional rodeos, and I didn't need a media guide as long as Clem was by my side or as long as I had his phone number. He didn't just know it, he'd seen it.
The first time I ever approached Clem as a reporter was in an announcer's stand at a ranch rodeo in Amarillo, Texas. You could have played "The Devil Went Down to Georgia” on my nerves as I climbed those steps. I didn't have as hard a time talking to Tom Landry or Nolan Ryan or George Strait.
But somehow I blurted out an introduction and gushed about seeing him since my childhood and he said, "Awhhh shoot, those were good rodeos” and then stuck out one of those tan bear paws he called hands and welcomed me into his life.
Clem had a story about everyone and everyone in rodeo seemed to have a story about Clem.
Here's one of my favorites.
Jack Ward Jr. was vying for the Bareback Riding World Champion title at the 1978 National Finals Rodeo in Oklahoma City. In the 11th round, there's only 10 rounds now adays, Royce Smith was about three ahead of him in the order. The story goes that Smith was slammed to the arena floor. They stabilized him, got him in an ambulance and then returned to action.
Well, Ward had drawn Reg Kesler's Three Cheers and the horse really got in the air. The ride was a good one, but the cowboy had thought ahead to what he was going to do at the end. The 11th round was the last, and Ward was sore so he was going to part ways from the big bay horse as soon after the eight second whistle as possible.
So when he heard it he started to get off on the right side. But, his hand hung in the bareback riggin', often compared to a suitcase handle, for a split second.
When he hit the ground his head bounced off the dirt arena floor.
He wasn't unconscious but when he looked up, State Fair Arena was spinning.
Slideshow: Collected Wisdom of Clem McSpadden
Slideshow: Clem McSpadden, 1925 - 2008
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