The gate slams open with a crack like thunder. A bull the size of a car explodes into the arena. Two thousand pounds of muscle, fury, and raw velocity toss up a wave of chaos and dirt as the first rider holds on for dear life. He lasts seven seconds—close, but no cigar. The crowd lets out a sympathetic gasp, then cheers anyway. Even getting thrown off the bull carries a kind of glory.
Welcome to opening night of the PBR Camping World Team Series, Anaheim, where five-man squads go head-to-head over three nights in America’s toughest sport on dirt. On Friday night, the Honda Center roared to life, part rodeo and part rock concert—with riders pacing in the shadows, bulls snorting in steel pens, flames licking the rafters. Out here, five-man squads went to battle with gravity, instinct, and beasts with bad attitudes, one eight-second ride at a time.
This was Anaheim’s turn in the spotlight. But the trail doesn’t end here. In October, the action shifts to Las Vegas, where the teams will collide for the ultimate crown at T-Mobile Arena.
Dust, Glory, and Adrenaline: Meet the PBR
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DISCOVER
They came dressed for the moment. Families and couples, lone wolves and rodeo lifers—all arrived layered in denim and dust-kicked boots, cowboy hats and gleaming pearl snaps. Some were born into the lifestyle, others were just trying it on for the night. But for a moment, Anaheim vanished like a mirage. Inside the Honda Center, it felt a little more like Amarillo.
Team flags waved. Kids clung to the rails, eager for that first glimpse of a cowboy under the lights. Grownups steadied their tallboys and scanned the dirt like generals before a siege. In the concourse, fans milled around with paper boats of nachos and slices the size of saddles, all part of a pre-show ritual in this most American of showdowns.
Then the lights dropped.
A cowboy in dressed black stepped to the mic for the National Anthem. There was a prayer for the safety of the riders, the bulls, and the crew on the dirt. And then—fire. Flames spread across the dirt, spelling out PBR as the crowd roared. The riders appeared like shadows from the storm—one by one, stepping into the arena, framed by pyrotechnics. Fans cheered their favorite teams. Smoke curled, flames shot 30 feet high, and guitars split the air like sirens.
The bulls were still backstage. But the voltage was already live.
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Wild West Showtime in SoCal
Whether you came in cold or knew the stats by heart, you were part of it the moment you sat down.
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You don’t have to be an expert—or even know the teams—to get caught up in the rush. Even first-timers pick favorites fast. Maybe it’s the rider who sticks the landing like a gymnast. Maybe it’s the bull that looks like it charged out of a nightmare. Either way, once the chute swings open and the clock starts, the world falls away—just a man, a beast, and a dance with danger.
Eight seconds doesn’t sound like much—until you’re watching a man twist in the air, inches from disaster, while the crowd holds its breath with every violent buck. After the buzzer comes the handoff. A bull wrangler steps in with a steady hand and a lasso, guiding one ton of adrenaline and attitude back through the gate. The dust settles. And in a few seconds, it starts all over again.
Eight Seconds of Mayhem
For all its spectacle—flames, music, dirt, and leather—PBR Teams is still a sport of seconds. Eight of them, to be exact. That’s all a rider gets to prove himself. That’s all a bull needs to launch him sky-high.
This isn't a sport for the subtle or the cautious. It’s a test of survival, strapped to a freight train of muscle, nerves, and fury. And when it rolls into Southern California, it doubles down. Some rides ended in triumph, others in the dirt—but every gate swing brought a fresh jolt of adrenaline. It was patriotic. It was chaotic. It was loud and gritty and somehow, it all made sense.
The rules were easy enough to pick up. The energy? Impossible to ignore.
Whether you came in cold or knew the stats by heart, you were part of it the moment you sat down. And it made one thing clear: the toughest sport on dirt is more than just a tagline—it’s a challenge, a spectacle, and a damn good time.
One Wild Ride
Visit PBR.com for tickets, team rankings, or to learn more about America’s fastest growing sport. Want to see the best of the best? The PBR Camping World Team Series Championship crashes into Las Vegas this October 24–25 at T-Mobile Arena. For tickets, visit PBRteamschampionship.com.
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By Ryann Swift on September 22, 2025
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Bull riding might seem simple—eight seconds or bust—but in the PBR Team Series, it’s more than survival. It’s strategy.
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Bull riding might seem simple—eight seconds or bust—but in the PBR Team Series, it’s more than survival. It’s strategy.
Each night features five matchups between regional squads. Teams select five riders apiece. One by one, they climbed aboard bulls with names like Renegade, Judgement Day, and Triple Aught—living wrecking balls bred for trouble. Eight seconds is a “qualified ride”—and the line between glory and dirt. Rides are judged on a 100-point scale—half for the bull’s power and agility, and half for the rider’s command and style.
Tally the scores. Highest team total wins the match.
The rules are easy to follow, but the drama lives in the margins. Coaches throw challenge flags. Replays hit the jumbotron. The MC cracks jokes. The crowd plays judge and jury in real time.
Each ride is its own gritty showdown—no timeouts, no do-overs, and no room for error.
This Ain’t Just Riding—Team Strategy Rides Shotgun
Five matchups mean five chances to deliver a ride that sticks in the crowd’s memory—and a few riders made it look easy.
John Crimber, one of the sports brightest stars and reigning MVP for the Florida Freedom, closed out his team’s dominant win with a rock-solid 88.5-point ride. Sharp, calm, and coiled like a spring, the 20-year-old rides like a man with something to prove.
José Vitor Leme of the Austin Gamblers brought the crowd to its feet with the highest score of the weekend—89.75 points on a bull called Landman. He made eight seconds look like a slow dance.
Brady Fielder, riding for the Texas Rattlers, delivered the only qualified score in a tough match. He stuck the landing, boots first in the dirt, and walked it off like a man who never doubted it. Just one clean ride to capture the win.
The Arizona Ridge Riders brought bravery and swagger in equal measure. Murilo Henrique de Oliveira and Keyshawn Whitehorse dropped matching 86.5s, helping Arizona notch one of the biggest team scores of the night and making a strong case for the California crowd favorites.
Riders to Watch (and Remember)
The gate slams open with a crack like thunder. A bull the size of a car explodes into the arena. Two thousand pounds of muscle, fury, and raw velocity toss up a wave of chaos and dirt as the first rider holds on for dear life. He lasts seven seconds—close, but no cigar. The crowd lets out a sympathetic gasp, then cheers anyway. Even getting thrown off the bull carries a kind of glory.
Welcome to opening night of the PBR Camping World Team Series, Anaheim, where five-man squads go head-to-head over three nights in America’s toughest sport on dirt. On Friday night, the Honda Center roared to life, part rodeo and part rock concert—with riders pacing in the shadows, bulls snorting in steel pens, flames licking the rafters. Out here, five-man squads went to battle with gravity, instinct, and beasts with bad attitudes, one eight-second ride at a time.
This was Anaheim’s turn in the spotlight. But the trail doesn’t end here. In October, the action shifts to Las Vegas, where the teams will collide for the ultimate crown at T-Mobile Arena.
They came dressed for the moment. Families and couples, lone wolves and rodeo lifers—all arrived layered in denim and dust-kicked boots, cowboy hats and gleaming pearl snaps. Some were born into the lifestyle, others were just trying it on for the night. But for a moment, Anaheim vanished like a mirage. Inside the Honda Center, it felt a little more like Amarillo.
Team flags waved. Kids clung to the rails, eager for that first glimpse of a cowboy under the lights. Grownups steadied their tallboys and scanned the dirt like generals before a siege. In the concourse, fans milled around with paper boats of nachos and slices the size of saddles, all part of a pre-show ritual in this most American of showdowns.
Then the lights dropped.
A cowboy in dressed black stepped to the mic for the National Anthem. There was a prayer for the safety of the riders, the bulls, and the crew on the dirt. And then—fire. Flames spread across the dirt, spelling out PBR as the crowd roared. The riders appeared like shadows from the storm—one by one, stepping into the arena, framed by pyrotechnics. Fans cheered their favorite teams. Smoke curled, flames shot 30 feet high, and guitars split the air like sirens.
The bulls were still backstage. But the voltage was already live.
This Ain’t Just Riding—Team Strategy Rides Shotgun
Eight Seconds of Mayhem
Bull riding might seem simple—eight seconds or bust—but in the PBR Team Series, it’s more than survival. It’s strategy.
"
Eight Seconds of Mayhem
You don’t have to be an expert—or even know the teams—to get caught up in the rush. Even first-timers pick favorites fast. Maybe it’s the rider who sticks the landing like a gymnast. Maybe it’s the bull that looks like it charged out of a nightmare. Either way, once the chute swings open and the clock starts, the world falls away—just a man, a beast, and a dance with danger.
Eight seconds doesn’t sound like much—until you’re watching a man twist in the air, inches from disaster, while the crowd holds its breath with every violent buck. After the buzzer comes the handoff. A bull wrangler steps in with a steady hand and a lasso, guiding one ton of adrenaline and attitude back through the gate. The dust settles. And in a few seconds, it starts all over again.
Visit PBR.com for tickets, team rankings, or to learn more about America’s fastest growing sport. Want to see the best of the best? The PBR Camping World Team Series Championship crashes into Las Vegas this October 24–25 at T-Mobile Arena. For tickets, visit PBRteamschampionship.com.