Sunday, July 25, 2004

A sports fan's nightmare...

Tonight I thank God for picture-in-a-picture.
Of course I knew Lance had already won the Tour de France, but I spent the evening on the couch switching between OLN's prime time coverage of Lance's triumphal ride in to Paris (with the ever-exciting race for the sprinter jersey) and ESPN's coverage of the Red Sox-Yankees post fight baseball game.
I missed last nights game/fight ( I would have loved to see team leader par excellence Jason Veritek get in the face of player extrordinair Alex Rodriguez)...
So I got to switch back and forth between the majesty of the Arch de Triumph (sp?) and Fenway, between Keith Folke and Ivan Basso. It was a night mare, but a hell of a lot better than having to pick just one.
This line from the New York Times coverage uses my favorite Tour euphemism: "...Joseba Beloki (who crashed spectacularly in a high speed decent during last yeas's Tour, causing Lance to ride cross-country through a field, hop a ditch, and remount his bike)...was without a team because of injuries and lack of form." Lack of form. Ouch. That has GOT to suck: to be with out form.
Can you imagine your wife/husband/partner saying, "Honey, I don't think you should go to work today; you lack good form."
Come to think of it, that's how I feel. I lack form.

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