7/7/07 a very lucky day indeed........
First of all my favorite time of the year begins in the morning, the Tour de France. Although my favorite Lance Armstrong has retired and some of my other favorite riders have seen a quick end to their career with the big drug scandal, I still watch every single day and every morning at the crack of dawn. Cathy Mehl for the Paceline.com which is the official Lance and Discovery team website had a great article that fits me to a T with how excited I get in July:
I’m pretty sure I’m coming down with something. The symptoms have been coming on for a few weeks now and -- sure enough -- day by day, they seem to be building:
- I constantly glance at my huge desk calendar to make sure I haven’t scheduled meetings for….well, actually for three weeks in July.
- I’ve become obsessed with the color yellow and like to dress in yellow and even buy yellow flowers; no other color is acceptable.
- I’ve erected a miniature Eiffel Tower on my front lawn. The neighbors wonder what’s up with that? And I walk around saying Bon jour all day.
- I’m looking into buying a poodle and I don’t even consider that a real dog.
Tour Fever: that’s what ailing me. I’ve got it bad now and I seem to get it every July. I’m preparing myself for the full break-out, which will hit around July 7th. At that point my entire being will revolve around the Tour de France. I will set my alarm and get up to watch television every morning at the crack of dawn on the west coast of Oregon, usually around 5:30 a.m.
Heck, I’ve gotten up as early as 3:30 to watch a stage and YEAH, I know it’s re-aired time and time again at more reasonable hours throughout the day. But I have TF, and TF sufferers need it live – need to see it while it’s unfolding. There are no TIVOs for true TF sufferers. Sure, those afflicted will go to the DVR to review an entire 5-hour stage later, but I myself see no advantages in risking missing a single live stage. And I don’t want to hear the results or details about it from others. No, thank you.
Tour Fever. It makes me happy to get up early every morning in July. It’s when I get inexplicable urges for fine French food, Cotes du Rhone, croissants and cheese. It turns my life upside down for a full three weeks while I watch the greatest sporting event in the history of mankind. The competition, the human drama, the strategy, the failures: it all plays out on the roads of France for my personal enjoyment.
AND TO MAKE THE DAY EVEN BETTER:
Kenny Chesney here we come!!!!! Andrea and I head to Seattle tomorrow morning to see my beloved Kenny. I need to thank my lucky stars that I have such a wonderful friend in the local Cruzan rep. For the 3rd year in a row I got the hook up to see Kenny and every year it gets better and better. The first year Andrea and I went and had tickets to the "Sand Pit" which means in between the stages but so close you can touch him when he walks by..... 2006 I had tickets in the 12th row, which seemed so far away after the previous year, but luckily the 12th row is actually the 2nd row in front of the stage and I got to go back stage to meet him..... 2007, we are back in the Sand Pit, get to go backstage and meet him again and also get to go to the pre-concert party with free drinks and food...... still working on what I will even say to him....maybe I should ask him if he likes to watch the Tour de France????
I think I will go out and get some paint to write Kenny or Bust on Andrea's car..... I think Tom would love us doing that to his car.
How am I going to sleep tonight with all this excitement tomorrow?