Stars, rising and falling
Well, as predicted, Kirsten Gum’s star, at least as measured by hits to my blog, has faded somewhat with the...
Bridge out
What happens when a flyover 90 feet in the air, positioned over a major bridge, an interstate and local streets,...
Bliss
I have found bliss at the bottom of a bag of Chappaqua Crunch Granola with dried raspberries. Two words: raspberry...
7
It is hard for me to say why Lance Armstrong is the first athlete whose career I have really cared...
Jam packed
This has really been one of the busiest weeks in recent memory. Work has been absolutely insane, just wall-to-wall meetings...
TdF
I feel a bit bad for Jan Ullrich, who after all is absolutely one of the top athletes in the...
So far, so yellow!
The stages in the Pyrenees just about killed me — so many attacks, Discovery Channel team falling back on the...
I am not Kirsten Gum’s love slave!
Apparently the sight of Kirsten Gum in pigtails (and a form-fitting polo shirt) at the Tour yesterday was too much...
Le Tour, and a tax-free metric century
Just occurs to me that we head in to Stage 10 and I haven’t even written about the Tour this...