Showing posts with label Andy Schleck. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Andy Schleck. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Andy all the Way



Ah, the way racing should be. Let's hope he still has some fire left in that belly. If you like the screen saver check out Stomach Full of Anger

Saturday, June 18, 2011

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Robot from Red Kite Prayer did his Friday post about absurd predictions for The Tour. His pick to win was Cadel. I don't think that's absurd at all, I always tend to root for him when one of the Schlecks or anyone from Leoperd-Trek for that matter or Garmin-Cervelo is out of the the mix for first.
So maybe he's not my top pick but I really do like Cadel. I like him because he's not afraid to show his cards. Step on his dog- you're gonna get a talkin to or maybe a punch. Win some stripes and little Bilbo Baggins is gonna turn on the water works. Emotion is good, it's human, no need to hide it.

Remember last Tour Andy said he was going to seek revenge on AC. That's good racing, I replayed that interview so many times I had it memorized. Why? Because it's good entertainment, that's why we watch right? Bring on the headbutts and cat fights with wheels. I read in a recent interview that he's NOT going into this year's tour to avenge Little Al. When I read that I must of sounded like a balloon when the air gets let out of it, just deflated. What happened to all his rage? I would think it would of been building up over the year, especially after the positive test. I know I couldn't hold it in, I'd be tweet'n hate mail everyday in broken Spanish to that guy. "Tu asso es mio Cuntador!" I guess we'll find out in a few weeks time if this has just been a ploy or if he really has lost his mojo. I know one thing, he can cut out all that buddy-buddy BS with Al. Cippo was right when he said:

Seeing Schleck and Contador embrace on the Tourmalet after crossing the line and then seeing Contador affectionately pinch Schleck’s cheek during his interview was unreal for me,” Cipollini exclaimed. “Logically, Schleck should have been raging, he had just lost the Tour after all.


Saturday, May 21, 2011

The Rapture Stage











Well I made it to the start line of stage 7 TOC. I mentioned in an earlier post I might try to get up the legs to climb up to at least Baldy Village but some things are better left to another day and fresher legs. Trust me you'll see it on here when I get the urge to tackle it.

Here is a collection of images from this morning. I only got halfway down the line of buses because I saw the Trek-Leopard bus, which paid off because I got to see Andy Schleck. I also stopped by the HTC bus and caught sight of Bernie Eisel but missed my chance to have my picture with him, ya snooze ya loose. Instead I got some gratuitous shots of him stretching before lining up, I didn't feel like a dirty 'ol cougar, nope, not at all.

Bernie E., no Comment. I'll get in trouble no matter what
Taylor Phinney
Happy Slave Driving Jelly Bean
The Bissell Stable
Oh, oh it's Oreo time

Saturday, February 19, 2011

How to Use Your Hands Crossing the Finish Line

For all of you getting ready for race season, here are some examples about what to do, and not to do with your hands when you find yourself victorious. Here is an example of what not to do:

On Velonews.com there is video of Mark Cavendish talking about how much he loves his new Di12 electronic shifters. Nothing exciting there. The classic part is when he says how tiny his hands are. I'm not a guy, but I do know that you never want to comment on how small your hands or feet are. I guess if you've got enough confidence to talk about how little your carnie hands are then you probably got the cajones to back 'em up. As seen in above picture. Either way I still think he's a pompous puff tart.


Mark uses his tiny man hands to show that it doesn't matter how small they are it's how you use them. I thought Brits were polite and well behaved, this salute was quite naughty. I wouldn't suggest it.

And then there's good 'ol Tom. Oh dear… Tom, stop it you silly boy, jazz hands are for private time. That's a no for the celebratory spirit fingers and the manel-toe.

Now, here is little Heinrich. Raining, no gloves, in a break-away coming across the line. I cried when I watched him win that stage, and yes I endured teasing from my Mom and husband for it, but at the time it was pure, beautiful sport. The way it should be.



Last years Tour was pretty exciting I'll give you that, pissed me off, but still exciting. My favorite sound bite was Andy saying he had a fire in his belly and was going to seek revenge. Pretty good, but I would of chucked my pump in Al's spokes the next day and then raise my arms victoriously.


This is how a real man crosses the finish line. With a name like Thor how else would you cross the line. Well, maybe he could cross it on the back of a winged giant mongoose, wielding a golden, ruby encrusted sword, and wearing wolf skins but this is pretty good I reckon.