Bull riding. No, thanks, although I did think about doing it once when I was a teenager and had no brain. My mom usually hardly ever said no to any of the crazy stuff I did, but she put her foot down on that one, pardon the pun. Broken bones, legs, cracked ribs, severed fingers, missing teeth, cracked skulls, bull riding tops football. Rugby, maybe not so much. Actually, I always ranked rugby above football in terms of violence and heavy hitting. Not to mention the number of concussions per season; but in terms of all-out insanity, bull riding has to win ...