Thursday, March 27, 2014

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Point #1


Hola, beeches!... I'm not quite sure why I said that, but it seemed appropriate thirty seconds ago. As you can probably tell, this is my first post of 2014. Pretty sad and disappointing if I do say so myself. I have nothing and nobody to blame... though given a timely scapegoat, I would jump all over it like a drunk white girl on a Tiramisu.

I knew that there were only three things that could possibly bring me out of my self-imposed exile.


1. The greatest February stage race hosted by an absurdly rich and oppressive middle-eastern Sheikdom.

2. An American rider winning "anything" on the Pro Tour.

3. Any country that has the balls to use a two million dollar Bugatti Veyron as a Police car.


 All three came together with a Taylor Phinney GC win in a cosmic occurrence rarer than witnessing Bigfoot having sex with a Unicorn. Yeah...that rare! 

Well played, Dubai...well played.