In our house we don't really follow football, or basketball, or baseball. We dig the Tour de France. I have a feeling two little girls will be getting rather annoyed with their parents - probably starting tomorrow.
I don't know everyone in the peloton. I don't follow cycling year round. I'm not a Lance Armstrong fanatic. I dig the race. It is different every year. These guys are amazing ... climbing mountains, competing in sprints and time trials and this year they will be going over cobblestones on these bicycles that are made for speed.
Yeah, I know, I'm the one that can't be bothered to watch a football game during the season or the playoffs, but I'll show up at someone's house to socialize and watch the Super Bowl commercials. I only vaguely pay attention to what my alma mater's sports teams do (it's not like I went to a big sports school anyway). But the TDF - for 23 days in July I'll listen to Bob Roll, Paul Sherwin, Phil Liggett, and Robbie Ventura talk about the intricacies and strategies of Team Astana or Rabobank. Will Mark Cavindish win the sprint at the end of the stage or will Stewart OGrady take it? Will one of the Schleck brothers take the mountain stage? Who is going to get caught for doping? Notice I ask who and not if? I don't know what it is, but I love watching it.
Why do I know these people's names? My brother is a bicyclist and he got both me and Jason hooked on the Tour when we moved into our house in July of 2003. We have been watching ever since.
I have a feeling Breonna and Jordan will think we are crazy for watching a bunch of guys ride bicycles around France for 23 days every July. Maybe one day they will get it ... maybe not.
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