Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Infamia: The Cutler Conundrum



The loss handed down from the Green Bay Packers to the Chicago Bears in yesterday afternoon's NFC Championship game was a hard pill to swallow. But perhaps what made it most bitter was the birth of bubbling accusations directed at Bear's quarterback Jay Cutler. An apparent left knee injury to the 27 year old was incurred in the latter portion of the second quarter of the game. However, it is the validity of the injury that was drawing most scrutiny from masses of fans and analysts alike.

Within moments of the injury's declaration on the game broadcast, Twitter accusations from NFL players, both past and present were being hoisted into the spotlight. Post game analysts took various shots at the young quarterback with heavily opinionated responses regarding his effort to remain in the game. Newscast displayed fans burning #6 (Cutler's number) jerseys in the parking lot of Soldier Field. The hysteria caused by all involved seemed to paint the picture a dictatorship thwarted by coup de ta rather than the simple conclusion of a football contest. Hell, even I took a misdirected shot via Facebook in my feeble attempt to make sense of the post-game situation with many questions unanswered. A day after and a few beers metabolized later, I retracted (erased) the statement. I felt dirty. I came to the realization that  I had taken part of some kind of modern day witch hunt; not my proudest moment.

It's not so much the nature of the inury that has drawn so much attention; it's rather the manner of it's coming to light and it's handling therefrom. We, as fans, have become so pampered by the recent advancements in a game's broadcast. Sometimes if a controversial play is in need of review, networks now furnish a retired referee to key inform fans into the intricacies of game rule and detail as we wait. As proven by the Twitter attacks on Mr. Cutler by fellow players, new instant social network options are proving to bring a fan closer to the inside "dirt" that fuels team rivalries. Ultimately, as an effort to draw more fans to the game, the league has in effect spoiled it's fans with a barrage of options creating a false reality of being closer to the game.

Enter the Cutler situation: we're introduced to the second half of the game with the sudden and brief announcement that Jay Cutler is struggling through a knee injury and Todd Collins, the team's back-up, is on the ready to take over. As a fan I had witnessed many injury scenarios before. However, typically there is a side-line reporter to get the 'skinny' on the severity and cause of the injury. Furthermore, a player that is injured so severely to be pulled out of the game usually takes an exit from the playing field or is shown being given frequent attention by it's training staff. The overwhelming frustration felt by fans seemed to be heavily fueled by the lack of communication of injury detail to those watching. Fans at the game were simply  left to watch their injured quarterback walking the sidelines with an oversized jacket cloaked over his shoulders. Fans at home are not shown the in-depth, frequent updates about their leading man that they'd grown so accustomed to. The frustration builds and unfounded questions of Cutler's drive to get back on the field starts to grow throughout masses of onlookers..

But are the network and the those responsible for the team's public relations the ones to blame for the issue? Fans now look at these modern day gladiators as if they possess extra-human qualities. They train with the best equipment, science, and technology. They consume the most cutting edge dietary supplements. Physical feats of speed and strength are pushed further and further every year. Long standing records are being crushed seemingly every season. We've witnessed the likes of Brett Favre and Jerome Bettis playing important games with broken bones while wincing away unbearable pain. Why, even a couple week's prior, I had witnessed the Philadelphia Eagles' DeSean Jackson leave the playing field barely being able to walk. Minutes later he emerged from the locker room in almost a dead sprint to get back into the game. God only knows what they had to pump into him? All of these assorted showings of "valor" have hoisted men like this into the Hall of Fame and have become the material that has woven the cloth of the NFL for several decades now.

Players live lavish lives of fame and fortune broadcasted on reality T.V. shows and featured in entertainment tabloids. It seems to me that there has actually become a major separation between player and fan all due to the attempts of the modern technology to bring the fan closer to it. These guys are superhuman, unbreakable, and virtually infallible. On the rare occasion that they do break, we want to see them carted off the field on a gurney giving us the ol' thumbs-up to ensure us that they are down but not gone for good. Nothing short of a player displaying the inability to walk, we've grown to expect a full and prompt return to the field.

The long term effects of playing this brutal game are starting to rear their ugly head. Players long retired are starting to show the effects of frequent head trauma. There have been symptoms that parallel ALS that have been linked to concussion related injury. Much respect to the NFL this season for implementing heavy penalties on tackles that can bring on such trauma. I feel it's important that we check ourselves for a moment to find respect in the sacrifice of these elite few athletes that have worked their way into the premier level of the game we all love. It's very important that we don't linger in a crowd like blood hungry ancient Roman masses watching two groups of warring factions bludgeoning one another to death.

When it boils down to it, an the NFL game isn't life, it's simply a game. If it means life to anyone, it would be the players. If there's anyone who can paint this picture better to all us fans, it would BE the players. Yes, believe it or not, hours after the "devastating" playoff loss handed down to the Bears by the Packers, Jay Cutler and crew were already settling down at various steakhouses and restaurants throughout the city. They're not wringing their hands while crying at their lockers. They move on, and so should we. We all enjoy the thrill of living and dying over the duration of a game on the couch, recliner, or stadium seat. But what's most important is we move on at the conclusion of the game. And most importantly, I feel that there is a great need to focus on the return of the pure enjoyment of the contest and not all the unnecessary details between that have made way into our lives as of late.

Turns out, Jay's injury is bonified and legit, but he'll be back and so will we as fans. And remember: (because I was so quick to forget) sacked 52 times this year, and he almost always got up. And lest we forget the famous body-sacrificing helicopter rushing TD he delivered against the Lions ???  (video)  So let this all be a lesson in the importance to all fans, regardless of team, to check ourselves and WAIT for pertinent information before jumping to conclusions. Shame on me for becoming a Sierra Nevada Pale Ale fueled meathead. And shame on the moron that burned a jersey in the parking lot of Soldier Field... Who does that ??? BEARS!


Friday, January 14, 2011

Shack Attack!


Prior to next week's Tour Down Under, the Lance Armstrong led Team Radio Shack has released their 2011 kit design. Coinciding with the release, it has been reported by Forbes that Lance made the shortlist of of celebrity endorsements that were least effective over the past year. He was listed amongst the likes of Donald Trump and Tiger Woods. Now that's some strong company!

 In light of such report, it seems Radio Shack has made an apparent attempt to strengthen the visibility of their brand with an "in your face" jersey design. It would be of best suggestions to The Shack's advertising executives considering the possibility that it may not be the SIZE of advertisement, rather the choice of where they're putting it? If pending accusations bend in an ominous direction for the 7 time TDF champ this year, maybe a slight font revision of the team kit will be in order.


Wednesday, January 12, 2011

When the iPod Goes Stale: The Importance of Winter Training Music


So we're all pretty much in the same boat this time of year. There you are. You've willed your seasonally depressed self to the bike in the corner. Once again, you're clipping into your trainer with a fan blowing 72 degree arid wind at your already brutally dry winter face. You're getting ready to punish yourself for X-amount of time. You have workout-X dialed into your computer, brain, or printed on now a tattered sheet of paper. Or maybe you're mixing it up for triathlon season and hitting the elliptical or treadmill......you multi-sport stud!

It really doesn't matter the choice of machinery or how difficult your base training may or may not be on this day. The hardest thing to deal with will be the net actual distance gain of 0.0 miles or kilometers at the end of your "journey" (They both read out the same at that point, no conversion necessary). Looking outside is punishing. Snow covers just about every square inch of surface outside the window except the areas you've nearly broke your back to shovel clear. This is the time of year your mind starts playing tricks on you. You start considering taking to the streets when weather "breaks" at 34 degrees fahrenheit.

Always look at the bright side. Now is the the time of the year that you can train with headphones on and not have to worry about vehicular traffic or Chicago lakeshore quad-seat tourist pedaled death buggies. If you're like me, you find the TV, Stereo, or MP3 player to be you're saving grace while throttling yourself toward your pre-spring fitness goals. But even the best training playlists have a tendency to get soggy when frequently perused . This is why we all value keeping our collections crisp. There's nothing like a fresh set of downloads to keep fire us up and keep motivated while working toward our race season fitness.

 Music and sport go hand in hand. Discussions about a new album or a night out at a concert has made for great conversation on long training rides. Shared MP3 player car-stereo time has been become commonplace on long trips to and from rides and races. In the past, I've started training-music related threads via team mailing list. These messages always drew quite a bit of "reply all" attention from team members with exception of the few that were annoyed and expressed their "my inbox is my temple" stance.

I've always been pleased to discover many fellow endurance athletes are avid music fans. This love of music isn't coincidental. I believe our musical interests are fueled by some of the same things that drive our passion for sport. The connection between the two rests in the similarity of physical gain. Similar to physical exertion, music makes us feel good and invigorates the body by aiding the release of endorphins. ( check this article out.... ) Pay attention to items #1 and 2 on the list. Actually, I think a day bearing all the listed items could quite possibly make for the best ever (except crying). The point I'm trying to make is that, no matter what level, as athletes we are severe endorphin junkies. But as long as the fix comes from healthy and, more importantly, LEGAL means, who cares!

It's these small physical gains from our workout tune collections that we dearly depend on this time of year. They're used as a substitute for thrill, filling the void of usual highs we gain from rolling hills, wind, and the sun we take in during rideable months of the year. But even a favorite route's dips, climbs, and bends need to be altered due to repetition and/or boredom from familiarity. For similar reasons, our training music must as be updated to keep our fire burning during the winter months. Or maybe you're one of those rare fortunate few that will be able to listen to that classic rock station for the rest of your life. Go on, get your Frampton on! To each, their own I suppose. I can dig it.

It's also the high BPM tunes that aide greatly with controlling tempo, and interval workouts. A geek's confession: I've made BPM a viewable item in my iTune collection to arrange like tempo tunes within playlists. A very simple, but useful tool this time of year when plotting workouts according to cadence and intensity.

The greatest thing about a training playlist is that it let's us unleash our inner freak a bit without consequence (commonly and thankfully with the aide of noise canceling headgear). I mean, if I had to blast my training tunes in the car with the windows down during a traffic jam on the Eisenhower, I'd have a hell of a time justifying some of the shit coming from the speakers (or perhaps better illustrated by popular example). But, hell, I've been listening to Wu Tang now for longer that some kids at the track have been born........son? I commonly put my typical musical tastes aside for a good fist pumping (it happens in my head), adrenaline boosting workout tune. I usually favor some good electronic music, hip-hop, or a good indie rock jam.

So, I've listed some of my favorite workout tunes below. Each song title links where you can have a listen (primarily youtube). If you're playlist has grown a bit tired as of late, I hope you can find a tune or two of your liking to give it a boost. I'd also like to be given some suggestions to expand my own collection and spruce things up a bit. If you feel moved to do so, it would be appreciated. This invite is not limited to cycling folk. I want to hear from any and everyone who love to rock out, even if only from time to time. So here's to working into a successful spring season. Until then, JAM ON WITH YOUR FAN ON!


Aesop Rock - None Shall Pass












Fred E. Marquis Pinellas Trail: Biketopia?




After a week of exploration down in the St. Petersburg / Tampa area, I was finally able to get over to check out the Fred E. Marquis Pinellas Trail. I have to say this was one of the best trails I've ever been able to ride while traveling. The planning of the trail was perfectly suited for pedestrians and cyclists alike. The trail kept calling me northward with new and interesting features and beautiful changes in landscape making for an awesome 65 mile round-trip.

This 34 mile recreational trail runs through several cities starting in downtown St. Petersburg and running north to Tarpon Springs. The trail's creation came from the initiatives of a man that had lost his son to a vehicle vs. bike accident in 1983. His actions brought about the Pinellas County Metropolitan Bicycle Advisory Committee. The trail was constructed through long abandoned stretches of CSX railroad right-of-way.

A combination of warnings from my sister and research online led me to understand that some of the southernmost stretches of the trail go through some unsavory neighborhoods. With this in mind, I drove north a bit and wound up parking at Sunset Park (easy street parking @ Park Street and Sunset Avenue, St. Petersburg) I would then only have to ride a few blocks east to pick up an overpass of the trail to begin my ride. As I started to roll northbound on the trail, I wasn't quite amazed at the the surrounding. The trail simply looked like a large stretch of alley that ran behind several retail and industrial plazas. The flanking ditch-lines were littered with trash and abandoned shopping carts. I quickly realized that I had dropped onto the trail about 2-3 miles further south than I should have.

Then things started to open up a bit. As the trail separated from running along Tyrone Blvd, it dropped on to a approximate 1/2 mile causeway that ran over Long Bayou. Their were great views of the mangroves, plenty of bird species, and surrounding waterways. The surrounding neighborhoods and surrounding natural areas started looking better. Surprisingly, for being in Florida, I was surprised at the elevation changes I encountered (in the form of overpasses). All major intersections at the point of the trail leading away from busy St. Petersburg all have high overpasses constructed to avoid interference with vehicular traffic.

There are plenty of bike shops lining the trail at various points. I stopped at one of them to pick up a few supplies and pick one of the staff members brain about the trail. He joked about the 20 mph speed limit they have on the trail and how they DO at times enforce it. I think more-so by the elderly that prowl the trail. I was later yelled at by a geezer to slow down as I rolled past him from the opposite direction at a mind blowing 25. Oh well, I'm sure that made for some good ranting at his 2:30 dinner. I joke, but the retirement community surrounding the trail really does keep it well preserved and protected.


I rolled further north through beautiful Clearwater. I was amazed at how they'd reworked the logistics of surrounding traffic to accommodate the trail cutting by the east side of their downtown area. One road had been converted to a one way / one lane vehicular traffic pattern, while the other lane was divided and strictly used for bike and pedestrian traffic. This is all Chicago would have to do on a low traffic East/West road to make things unbelievably more safe for cyclists in the city. Leave it up to Clearwater, Florida to figure it out. This feature of the trail was very well done and appreciated.


I then continued through Dunedin. This was the town that best took advantage of their closeness in proximity to the trail. Coffee shops, tourist shops, breweries, wineries, and eateries are found on and a matter of blocks from the trail. The only disadvantage of this portion of the trail was the frequency of stop and go as many roadways intersect the path through this area. However, if you've been traveling at a good enough clip, you'll probably be looking for some refreshments and a little break from high pace at this time. Then it was north through the Palm Harbor area (best views of the gulf and surrounding waterways) and then North to Tarpon Springs. Tarpon Springs is an old Greek settlement where culture and tradition are well preserved. The trail straight through the palm tree-lined downtown streets, again surrounded with bordering shops and restaurants. I'm sure there was great food to be found somewhere, but I knew the time was quickly approaching to turn around and I just HAD to get to the northern terminus of the trail.




When I finally arrived to the northern terminus of the trail. I was a bit disappointed. I wasn't expecting a Wizard of Oz or a pot of gold to signal the end of my journey, but maybe a historic placard or something. I was greeted with a couple bright reflective red diamonds and a "Trail Ends Here" sign. A bit of creativity and thought is definitely in need here. Truthfully, the trail commission plans on adding another twelve mile or so stretch in the years to come. The trail will then connect with other surrounding trials to circumnavigate the county. It is said that this will then be the longest continuous circling trail in the United States. If I gained anything from my experiences, I learned that the trail commission is off to a damn great start. I took advantage of a 15 mph tailwind or so and hustled back down the trail to my vehicle. I rewarded my long journey with a Samuel Smith's Oatmeal Stout and a delicious salmon and acorn squash dinner as prepared by my sister. A great solo trip and a great experience on what I consider one of the best planned trails I've ever ridden. If you ever have a chance to get down to the St. Petersburg area. I'd heavily suggest traveling the trail and experiencing all it has to offer!

 Tips:
- The St. Petersburg KOA campground is located just off the Long Bayou Causeway. It looked like a great place to camp, RV, they even have small cabins to rent. You can be on the trail seconds after leaving the campground.

- As a "day tripper" I found the best place to drop onto the trail was the Walmart (of all places) 3993 North Tyrone Blvd., North St. Petersburg. The parking lot jumps right onto the trail and avoids all shady areas on the southern portions of the trail.

- There's an nice park and bathroom facility when you pass through Seminole. Great place to refill water bottles.

- Bicycle Outfitters seemed to be one of the best bike shops on the route. Also located in Seminole. They offered everything from energy food and gear to repairs. They also have bikes for rent; cruisers to road bikes.

- North Dunedin, there's a trailed causeway that takes you out to Honeymoon Island State Recreation area. I didn't get a chance to explore (maybe later this week) But it looked like great views and more trails.




Monday, January 10, 2011

Frankincorn: When Hipsters Run Cycling Events

I did a little research to see what the racing scene was like in the St. Petersburg, Florida area. This is what happens when hipsters and skate kids get full reign on local racing events. A hybrid of criterium, cyclocross, and..... man kissing??? LOVE IT!
















Sunday, January 9, 2011

The Skipper & Donna the Buffalo


After a day of reveling in my post-research admiration of kudzu, (see last post) Skipper's Smokehouse in Tampa was my chosen destination to take in some live music. The place was a blast! There's something about Florida's live music crowd that is very unique. I can't remember a time where I enjoyed a crowd as collectively as I did at the this show. Be it the natives, the transplants, or the people who simply sacrificed a life elsewhere for climate, they all seem to be able to come together seamlessly for the sake of the music. It didn't take long to establish that this group was my kind of people. Such emphasis was put on the simple task of having a great time.

The food at Skipper's Smokehouse was great. However, the setting of the venue is what won me over. The outdoor dining/seating area is surrounded by a network of weathered decking walkways and wooden covered pavilions. The "Skipper Dome" or primary vantage point for watching the stage consists of a canopy of towering oaks laced with sweeps of spanish moss. Huge stalks of bamboo shoot high into the night sky. The restroom walls had collected witty bits of art and non-offensive quips as pen and markered by the patrons over years past. My sister returned from a trip to the facilities amused after finding the lyrics to the Allman Brothers 'Soul Shine' etched on a wall of the loo. It was an absolutely beautiful setting for an outdoor show. We were welcomed to join a group of some local folks celebrating a birthday at one of the many oversized picnic tables. Once we settled in and the tunes started up, I felt at peace with an ice cold Sierra Nevada in hand. 

Donna the Buffalo was the band of choice for the evening. Despite their name, Donna is to Hootie as Buffalo is to Blowfish. The band is lead by the creative songwriter / musician / vocalist duo of Jeb Puryear and Tara Nevins. Since this summer, they've been one of those bands that has grown on me to the point that I feel bad for the years that I hadn't been aware of their work. It was their song 'America' that I had heard on satellite radio months prior that drew me in. I was pleased hear about last night's concert about a week ago when looking up live shows online. I saw they were going to be playing down in Tampa and I quickly talked my sister into grabbing tickets for the show. It was a good thing too, they sold out both nights they were in town.

Their music is a flowing mixture of folk and americana inspired jams. Frequent use of fiddle, washboard, and accordion set the driving tone that has an overall zydeco/cajun feel. This sound is one that my sister and I especially enjoy. Their music is penned with positive messages woven into really cool danceable grooves. It's a unique sound that you can't help moving with. The dance floor was absolutely packed with feet stompers and hippie twirlers. I was pleased to return to a crowd like this. It reminded me of my days working at a jam venue, The Canopy Club, back in my Champaign days of college! Surprisingly, Pennsylvania is Donna the Buffalo's state of origin, but MY GOD did their sound fit the Florida surroundings. 

Skipper's Smokehouse, as I've now been told, has been a magnet for quality acts over the years. The list can be found on their website (link below). This is not hard to imagine. I mean, come on, we're talking about Florida; the land that's witnessed the birth of Lynyrd Skynyrd, and the Allman Brothers........Matchbox 20, Vanilla Ice, Flo Rida (OK, I need to stop!). We'll be catching a J.J. Grey & Mofro show there next weekend. I'm looking forward to the return. If you're ever in the Tampa area and are looking for a great local experience, I'd heavily suggest checking this joint out for a good bite and some great tunes.


Go to Skipper's Website....




Saturday, January 8, 2011

Killa Kudzu


During my recent drive through the southeast region of the country I had plenty of "windshield time" to observe and think about several things on and off the highway. I've always been amazed at the winter remnant's of the south's kudzu vines vastly covering trees, shrubs, and man-made structures. The appearance of the dormant vine adds a strong and ominous element to rural southern landscapes running from ditch-lines to distant forest edges. Often it can be seen climbing aged and unused agriculture and industrial buildings long rusted by the surrounding elements and years of burning hot summers. I quickly came to the realization that this vine must know exactly what it's doing. With this in mind, I just had to learn more.

My running knowledge of the foliage wasn't extensive. I knew it was an introduced species. I knew it had since become a nuisance in the south. I recall being told at some point it has been blamed on Jimmy Carter. I always figured the latter was negative political propaganda. Surely, at the launch of my research, I found this to be the exact case.

It turns out the plant was first introduced at the 1876 Philadelphia Centennial Exposition. It was brought over from it's native terrain of southeast China and southern Japan. It was initially introduced to the agricultural industry as a plant that could offer a surface crop for grazing that would at the same time curb erosion and fixate nitrogen for future crops. In its later history it was propagated and planted throughout the south under an incentive put forward by FDR's Civilian Conservation Corps amidst the Great Depression. The implied intent of kudzu was great, but limited attention to it's invasive vegetative growth later proved to be a great error.

This is a plant that has impressively evolved over time and is nearly flawless in it's adaptability. It's only weakness, the cold. This is one of the reasons it's growth has been limited to primarily the southeast region. However, it has now been found in 30 counties within Illinois; being reported as far north as Evanston!  Surprisingly it's starchy roots can be harvested and processed to make premium cooking starch. The plant itself is rich in protein. I was surprised to find that it actually blooms with a brilliant stalk flower. However, the blooms are usually hidden by the plants large leaves. Anyone who takes even a limited interest in horticulture can't help but step back and marvel at the adaptability of this plant that has rooted itself into southern culture over the past hundred years. This is a plant that can literally, in the proper conditions, grow two feet a day. It has been reported that on a still night in a kudzu overgrown field, you can actually HEAR the plants collectively growing!

Southerners have taken to thinking of the plant as a hinderance. However, it has intertwined itself into southern lore as sampled in the following poem by James Dickey, properly entitled "Kudzu"....






“Japan invades. Far Eastern vines
Run from the clay banks they are
Supposed to keep from eroding.
Up telephone poles,
Which rear, half out of leafage
As though they would shriek,
Like things smothered by their own
Green, mindless, unkillable ghosts.
In Georgia, the legend says
That you must close your windows
At night to keep it out of the house.
The glass is tinged with green, even so, ...”
 Read or listen to the remainder of the poem. 
So there you have it. From interstate observation to in depth look. Turns out kudzu is a pretty interesting adaptable monster. But if you know anything about my deep fear of snakes (especially of the poisonous kind), I won't be walking through a mass of it anytime soon.

Friday, January 7, 2011

What the Schleck ?

"Just when I thought I was out.....they pull me back in."


I was surprised yesterday to read about the formation of a new cycling powerhouse backed by Trek. The team has been created after extensive planning and negotiation with riders such as the Schleck Brothers (Andy and Frank) who will be dropping their Specialized ties and migrate from Team Saxo Bank. Fabian "Motor Man" Cancellara will also join the crew in what is sure to shake things up on the pro circuit next year. Team Leopard-Trek has also rolled out a new line of Trek products that are sure to turn heads. The new Trek Madone and Trek Speed concept are some slick looking machines.

Now here's where the inquiries will start. The songbird of Trek a year ago was the launch of Lance Armstrong's Team Radio Shack. It seems like there has been a valiant attempt to shift attention away from Team Radio Shack's thunder of a year ago. One would have to wonder if this would have anything to due with the ongoing and bubbling accusations of doping with regard to several riders on the pro circuit? Or would this simply be a business minded decision along with Trek's attempt to stay fresh with a new group of GC contenders? One thing is for sure. If Alberto Contador is convicted of illegal substance use during last year's Tour De France, Trek may have brought aboard another reigning Tour Champion in Andy Schleck.

I'm not quite sure why Trek was so intent on keeping the almost exact color scheme of their then sponsored Team Astana of a couple years ago. If anything amidst the ongoing Armstrong controversy, it would seem these colors have the potential of permanently staining Trek's image. Nine of the last twelve tour winners have been on a Trek product. However, depending how things pan out with allegations, this may be a stat that is referenced with an asterisk (was it the crap or custom carbon) for years to come.

Now for the Good Part: (Eh,um....A.K.A. - How This Effects Me):



This is where I've become a bit perplexed. Trek is once again tugging at my heartstrings. The new Madone looks so very much like my Trek 2.1 that I sold last spring. The Madone was up in my top three options last year prior to my commitment and later pre-Super Week debacle in dealings with the inferior "Milk was a bad choice" Velo Vie. If you haven't seen these bikes yet. I'd heavily suggest taking a peak at Trek's website (link below). If you're lucky to test ride one of these fellas, make sure you leave your checkbook and wallet at home. So now a Trek bicycle will be once again running through my dreams through the spring season. It's a good thing bank account statements and my team leader will be around to keep talking me off the ledge.

If anything, I'm looking forward to watching Team Leopard-Trek this year. Long gone is Trek's jocking of Kazakhstan's Team Astana. Now enter the Schleck Boys from Luxembourg; coincidentally the country of the Galles family name's origin.

TANGENT ALERT: Ever wonder why Galles sounds French? Look into the recent two hundred year history of Luxembourg....duh! This also explains my fondness of baguette and Freedom fries.

The Schleck brothers bring a little punk to cycling. These guys are definitely fun to watch and are in the prime of their careers. They tie into the statistical defying athletic family anomalies with the likes of Thomas and Julius Jones, Peyton and Eli Manning,....and (OK, now I'm pushing it) Carson and Jordan Palmer . This is so rockstar; Last year Andy was removed from the Vuelta a Espana after violating team conduct standards with Stuart O'Grady. As a Get Out of Jail Free option, I would have suggested Andy pose the question to the team hierarchy addressing how difficult it is leaving a bar with an Irishman without imbibing a tasty beverage? But hey, we can't all be geniuses. At least they weren't invited to a steak dinner with Alberto Contador.

Enough rambling....Check 'em out for yourself !!!
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