Dewey Beach's Dozeneth Annual Running of the Bull
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Saturday, July 12, 2008, Noon
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An Open Letter To The Starboard About The Hippie Menace Known As P.E.T.A.C.

This Saturday will see the Dozenth Annual Dewey Beach Running of the Bull celebrated in all of its pageantry and loyal dedication to the Starboard and Dewey Beach. Unfortunately, it will once again be "protested" by bleeding hearts known as People for the Ethical Treatment of Animal Costumes (or P.E.T.A.C., as they put it for their dim witted constituents who can't remember more than four words at a time and then only if written on placards).

People for the Ethical Treatment of Animal Costumes

So far the Starboard and the town of Dewey have been very patient with these costume hugging freaks. Is that the right approach? Let's think this through. The protesters claim they have nothing against the Starboard, or the values of Deweymocracy that it champions. But can you support the bar while protesting the bar event? I say no. Hate the run, hate the runners, and the bar they represent.

As each brave participant waves his or her red bandana, in celebration of Dewey, and for all that it stands, these blame-the-Starboard-firsters are out questioning the values of the Starboard, attacking Dewey Beach, a way of life... OUR way of life. Do you want that way of life threatened here in our own parking lot? On our own barstools?

So, Starboard, when your bouncers and your bartenders and your barbacks see these malcontents coming on Saturday, remember, it may be a free country, but freedom isn't free. Some people deserve cover charges, some people deserve to be cut off early, and some people do NOT deserve VIP cards. The Starboard, love it or leave it, or get kicked out! God bless Dewey and God bless America!

- A concerned regular.

For those of you who have been to the Dewey Beach Running of the Bull, I don't need to sell you on the pageantry, the pleasures, the parties, and the pure purposelessness of the occasion. For those of you who haven't, see Washington Post's 2006 coverage: The Fun Also Rises

  • SEE... hundreds join in the fun in the sun!
  • ENJOY... the craziness in the haziness!
  • EMBRACE... the screwy in Dewey!
  • IGNORE... the hackneyed and tiresome protest of P.E.T.A.C.*
    (* People For The Ethical Treatment of Animal Costumes)

For those of you who have read the 2006 article and STILL think you're too mature for such nonsense... um, seriously... what's your deal?

So, mark your calendars for July 12th and direct share this website with reckless abandon to anyone you think might be interested (or interesting enough) to attend...

American I-Bull results!

After a hard battle in which 10 people (one of which was technically a shark) vied for the coveted role of Bull's Ass 2008, the judges retired to the walk in for vote counting and beer guzzling, to emerge to announce the winner, Rez! Rez won, beating out second placer Reagan, in a close vote. Rez demonstrated skill (in sychronized dancing), stamina (in the stress test race), drive (he had "I would make a great ass because I am a great ass" on his ass and mooned the deck crowd), and talent (he chugged a whole bottle of Log Cabin Maple Syrup... as God is my witness). Big thanks to all who came out, including our judges, Garrett, Fargus, Kaitie, and Tom.

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Running of the Bull Crowd

On the Saturday that falls between July 7th and 13th (when the Festival of San Fermin is held in Pamplona, Spain) people of various states of mind, from the brave to the weird to the just plain drunk, gather at the Starboard in Dewey Beach, DE, to run with the Bull. Dressed in the traditional Pamplona white clothing and red bandanas (and the less traditional bikini tops, kilts, clown wigs, and whatever they feel like), the bull runners meet at the Starboard in the early morning hours (which run from 11 AM to 1:30 PM in Dewey) on the appointed day, where they enjoy beverages, loud music, and general pre-run festivities (like the meeting and greeting of the Bull, but mostly just beverages and loud music). At 2 PM, the Run officially begins.

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The bull runners exit the Starboard and, after a brief pep rally / orientation session in the parking lot, the crowd crosses Highway One and walks leisurely north - followed by the Bull - making its way to Houston Street, walk the one block to the ocean and congregate at the edge of the water.

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With much fanfare, the Bull descends from the dunes onto the beach. At the marshal’s signal, the Bull is set loose and the crowd begins to run, jog, or - in many cases - stumble, heading south down the water’s edge. The Bull pursues the crowd at about the same pace, occasionally stopping for photo ops with children. The running is cheered on by spectators on both land and sea.

After about eight to ten blocks of “running” (maybe ten minutes), the bull runners and Bull exit the beach. Walking back up Highway One to the Starboard, the runners gather in the parking lot and await the arrival of the Bull and matador for the annual bullfight. Meanwhile, by tradition, the Bull and some of his handlers make a pass through Gary’s Dewey Beach Grill, located across the street, for the annual ceremonial Funneling of the Beer.

Finally, the annual bullfight is held in the parking lot of the Starboard, and either the matador or Bull is slain (though not really), and often such characters as the Phatador, Batador, and Bratador, as well as mermaids, sharks, flamenco dancers, and lifeguards can be found participating in the ritualistic silliness. The crowd then retires to the bar for more beverages and loud music.

People for the Ethical Treatment of Animal Costumes

PLEASE NOTE THAT THE BULL IS ONLY TWO PEOPLE IN A BULL COSTUME. Despite the fact that this precaution was implemented to insure safety, the Running has recently drawn protests from People for the Ethical Treatment of Animal Costumes, or PETAC (pronounced PEE-tak), whose placards insist that “This Run is Bull”, “Garrett is Murder” and “Chicks Dig Protestors”. Despite these allegations, their efforts to prevent the Running, coupled with their seemingly contradictory participation in it, have proven ineffectual in dissuading runners.

Origins

All good things have origins.

It should be noted that all mediocre, bad, horrible, and even completely bizarre things have origins as well, but this is the story about a good thing, so let’s just focus on that.

Okay, you got me. It’s also a completely bizarre thing.

Anyway, the point is this: the Dewey Beach Running of the Bull has an origin and this is it, more or less, supposedly, we think…

Running of the Bull

Like many great ideas, the Dewey Beach Running of the Bull was largely the product of too much beer. While many of the traditions and pageantry that are now associated with the Running have haphazardly evolved over the years with the input of many people, the basic idea - to bring a bit of Pamplona’s Festival of San Fermin to Dewey Beach - was the brainchild of three guys very late one night at the Starboard in the spring of 1997. Michael McDonnell and Mike Howard had been to Spain for the Running of the Bulls (or the encierro, as it’s called in Pamplona) in the summer of 1994. In the spring of 1997, at the opening weekend of the Starboard, they were discussing with beach housemate Andrew Brady the idea of having a red wine and paella party that upcoming July, to celebrate the Festival of San Fermin. One stupid idea led to another, and by the end of the night it was decided that the party would not be complete without a Bull Running. With little chance of getting a real bull to the beach, they opted to rent a bull costume from Gene’s Costumes in Kensington, MD.

The rest is history. In the first year, about thirty-five people (friends and housemates of Michael, Mike and Andrew) braved the Running of the Bull. Because of the public nature of that event, word spread quickly and by the second year about ninety people ran. In recent years, bull runners number in the hundreds. In 2004, the Starboard unveiled a new, improved Bull, designed specifically for the event.

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Gallery

Shots of Past Runnings

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The Old Bull

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The New Bull

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The Marshall, Michael McDonnell (left) (1997 - ?)

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Drew Horn (with model) 1997-99

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Garrett Walsh 2000 - ?

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F. Ryan Knoll (1997)

"For me it was really so much more than simply dressing up as a bull's butt. It was a journey of self-discovery that transcended social boundaries. And the part where the matador pretended to cut my nuts off with a steak knife? That was really cool." - F. Ryan Knoll, Bull's Ass, '97

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Fatima Alexandre Bastianelli (1999)

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Left to Right: Anne-Marie McDonnell (2004), Lisa Berry Bennett (2002-2003), Kate Walsh Sullivan (2001), Michael Lemberger (1998), Andi Hedberg Maloni (2000)

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Jamie Fargus (left) (2005 - 2007)

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Matadors

Mike Frank (1997 - 1999)

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Dan Tseronis (on left) (2000)

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Ted Kelly (2001)

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Bill Breslin (2002)

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David Belford (2003)

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KC Kucera (on ground) (2004)

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Reggie Branch (2005)

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DJ John Hardy (2006)

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Keith (2007)

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Phatador (2004)

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Batador (2005)

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Bratador (2007)

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"Down below the narrow street was empty. All the balconies were crowded with people. Suddenly a crowd came down the street. They were all running, packed close together. They passed along and up the street toward the bull-ring and behind them came some more men running faster and then some stragglers who were really running. Behind them was a little bare space, and then the bulls galloping, tossing their heads up and down. It all went out of sight around the corner. One man fell, rolled to the gutter, and lay quiet. But the bulls went right on and did not notice him. They were all running together." - Ernest Hemingway, from The Sun Also Rises