I’m writing this in a real hurry, as I need to get to a conference in Napa (not so bad), where I’ll be for the next few days. On that note: anyone interested in writing Tuesday’s update? Hopefully you’ll spend more time on it than I do, in the spirit of “If I’d had more time I’d have written a shorter letter” — though no pressure; I know that I can’t be picky with volunteers.
If yesterday was about shifting momentum and armor chinks, today was about clarification: Tadej clearly demonstrating that, barring incident, meltdown or COVID, he is indeed in control of this Tour. Vingegaard has inspired us with his unlikely rebound from his April accident, but this likely won’t be entirely storybook.
No matter: next year’s Tour will be one for the ages!
Goodbye, Mr. Chips
In other important news — no, not Wimbledon, or the Euro, and not that news — the evidently drunken guy who threw what everyone reading this except maybe James Begg calls “chips,” not “crisps,” has been apprehended. I hope they throw the book at him — or at least the chips.
Chipping Away
Well, it’s still substantial. But the last two stages have been kinder to Team Tadej than to the Remco Faithful, and Hal has thus been edging closer.
Meanwhile, four of you scored 15 points today, thanks to holding Pogacar and 5th place Almeida; of you four, I randomly drew BJ Runquist’s name; BJ, you win our Stage 15 prize — a Castelli climber’s jersey! And I happen to know that, snug as it is on me, it will fit you well; I expect to see it as you wheel around on your Elliptigo!
Another prize available Tuesday: James has generously offered to pass along his seven year-old son Teodor’s DeltaG Ketones to whoever scores the most points Tuesday — or to whoever spots James on TV tomorrow; he’ll be out there watching!
I’ll take tomorrow…the rest day :-).