I know this is a day late but I somehow put this into the drafts instead of posting it so here we go:
Epic stuff at the Tour during the 8th stage today. Michael Rasmussen absolutely killed it hammering it on up those little hills they call the Alps. After making his "angelic climb" (seriously. You British announcers need to reel it in a bit with that shit) Rasmussen had this to say:
"I thought there was no time for celebration," said Rasmussen who crossed the line without a victory salute because he was concerned about taking seconds for the overall classification, which he now leads by 43" over Gerdemann. "We can do that tonight; there will be plenty of time."
As to what he means with that kind of talk I am not sure but perhaps this picture will give us some insight:
Looks like a bit of the old
"Cocaine Wars" (After clicking this link I recommend scrolling down to the comments at the bottom of page that give a creepy recount of this fine film focusing mostly on the sexual aspects of the cattle prod torture scene) treatment is in order. Nothing says "
Maillot Jaune" and "
Maillot à Pois Rouges" like shoving your face into a giant pile of
"lady caine".
Tomorrow is a rest day and following that will be a pretty serious climbing stage that should force the hands of a number of up till now quiet stars. I think there will be a severe sorting out with this one and when the dust settles we will have a better view of where this wacky ass race is heading.
Let's hope for no more crashes while we're making wishes. I am beginning to blame the Versus network ad campaign that hypes the "Red, White, Black, and Blue Summer". Ultimate fighting, hockey, and bull riding are one thing, but cycling? Those dudes are wearing spandex and flying down mountainsides. Not a pretty sight when they launch off the edge. We'll be posting after stage nine so watch out for intense commentary that probably centers around the eight bloody marys James will be drinking Tuesday morning.
