posted by Sandy Fails
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Watching the USA Pro Cycling Challenge yesterday, I felt like Gil in the movie “Midnight in Paris,” seeing in person all these characters I knew so well from a different reality.
I've “known” Versus commentators Phil Liggett and Paul Sherwin for years. Their British banter has long been the sound track to my family’s annual three-week obsession with the Tour de France. For the entire 20-stage tour, we eat dinner in front of the TV, watching Lycra-clad butts wiggle on their bike seats and analyzing strategies, alliances, attacks, crashes and breakaways as though Cadel Evans might call any minute seeking our advice.
