Ah yes. July. Hot hot ... er ... cold, camp July. I would swear it was May or even April if I wasn't obsessively watching the Tour de France (like last year, and the year before, and the year before: http://justacitygirl.blogspot.com/2006/07/le-tour.html). It seems so long ago that I started discussing it with Sarah and rooting for people later banned for doping.
Today one of those who I rooted for on Bastille day 2004 won a stage again. I swear it's like watching a kid grow up and mature and become a better person. I have such a soft spot in my heart for Voekler. I think it was his tiny biker butt, out of the saddle, trying to hold onto his yellow jersey in the mountain stages and just not being a good enough climber.
Fingers crossed he's made his peace with the burn and can rip up those passes now that 5 years have passed.
Wishing you nerdy sporting hopes and prayers...
Love love love,
K.
3 hours ago
2 comments:
ha, its fun to be a fan but I just can't get into watching sport, live or on tv. The best I can do is watch a really exciting, game of rugby in a pub full of enthusiastic people, and even then I am only half way interested. hot chips help. they really do.
un,necessary, punctuation.
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