The last stage of the Tour de France is always so anticlimactic, but the ABC coverage of Lance Armstrong's 6th Tour win was nice for those of us who don't get the freaking Outdoor Life Network. I also liked the recap of the previous 5-time winners, and while I knew Eddy Merckx was knocked out of contention for a 6th Tour win by a drunken Frenchman, I didn't know the nature of the attack. I'm assuming a "liver punch" is similar in spirit to a "kidney punch," but I always thought it'd be kind of hard to actually hit the liver.
Must be one of those shaolin things. Or, considering the source, one of those savate things.
At any rate, you can all rest easy that I'm done talking about cycling for another year. Oh, and I flew my Texas flag today to commemorate the event. The flag was obtained - in honor of our noble Texas ancestors - by stealing it from a Mexican family who lived down the street from us in our old neighborhood.[1]
[1] Actually, it was stolen from an affluent white couple, which probably makes it okay.