A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Alpe d’Huez
As I sat on the edge of the couch watching the Tour this morning, trying to hear Phil over the sound of the hammer drill, something incredible happened. I was struck by the realization I was actually rooting for Alberto Contador.
The Dirty Rotten Spaniard has had a remarkably dreadful Tour. He’s crashed (as I’ve mentioned a million times) a million times. He is hurt. And yet, here he was – just 24 hours after cracking like a egg on yesterday’s stage – doing his famous tango on the pedals up Alpe d’Huez, leaving the other leaders in his dust.
Mind you, it didn’t last long, but long enough to show this guy has some pretty big cojones to go with his equally disproportionate teeth.
And that is something I have loved about this Tour. It has been a gritty, crashy and hurt-filled bar room brawl with amazing shows of courage and tenacity. We’ve seen Voekler and ThorSMASH ride outside of their abilities to achieve the seemingly impossible. We’ve seen a no-name French kid win the most famous and prestigious mountain stage in all of bike racing. We’ve seen Hoogerland and Wiggins perform feats of athletic greatness in spite of horrible injuries. And all of that has been enormously entertaining.
Everyone is fighting so hard I’m having trouble deciding who I want to win.
Sorry but I can’t cheer for Alberto. No matter how valiant his effort. As cute as the Bro’s might be chirping at Evans I hope they don’t win. Kinda chicken@#$t HTFU and do the work and win the race outright boys. So my hope is Evans. No matter who it is I’m with you great race and lots of fun to watch.
Time for a boyfriend down under?
Goodness… Where to go with that one – so many options I am literally paralyzed. And blushing.
Oh, and Cuddles isn’t my type.While Aussie men are know for being manly, there are none manlier than men from The Isle of Man. Oh man.
I was rooting for Voeckler. I was hoping he would at least get a podium finish. His display of determination and courage for 10 days was inspirational.