Tour Shocker: Voeckler Back in Yellow!

07.11.2005 | 8:17 pm

Wins Stage, Yellow Jersey in Super-Secret-Bonus Stage of Tour de France

 

Paris, July 11 (Fat Cyclist News Service / www.fatcyclist.com) – In an announcement that sent the cycling world reeling, Tour de France Director General Jean-Marie Leblanc reported this afternoon that today was not actually a rest day after all. Instead, it was a super-secret-bonus stage. Evidently known only to last year’s French racing sensation Thomas Voeckler, this stage consisted of 90 minutes of riding the circumference of  Leblanc’s hotel parking lot.

 

Voeckler’s placing in the Tour instantly rocketed from 115th to first, with a nearly unassailable lead of 62:35 over second place.

 

"Um, I’m excited to be wearing the yellow jersey again," said an embarrassed-looking Voeckler as he was being photographed with Jacques Chirac, while casting frequent glances at a large man in a dark suit.

 

As expected, allegations of impropriety were immediately brought forward. "Ridiculous. This was entirely above-board," said Leblanc from his new $45-million dollar home in Switzerland. "This stage has been on-plan since the very beginning. A rider only needed to ask me whether there is a super-secret-bonus stage in this year’s tour, and if so, where and when is it?’ I cannot help it if the only racer smart and handsome enough to ask this question is France’s beloved Voeckler."

 

"Besides," said the retiring Tour Director with a chuckle, "What are they going to do? Fire me?"

 

Reached for comment, Lance Armstrong – now with a 64:53 deficit to last-year’s 10-day wonder – said, "Well, that’s the way the ball bounces. At least I still have a good shot at the podium."

 

"Really, he said that? That’s adorable," chortled Leblanc, when told of Armstrong’s surprising equanimity regarding his crushing defeat. "I suppose he’s correct…provided there are no more secret bonus stages."
 
Asked whether there were any more surprise stages planned, Leblanc responded, "Alas, I cannot currently recall. I am too distraught by the shabbiness of my current vehicle. Oh, how I wish I had a nice Bentley convertible!"
 
Today’s Weight: 173.8. Don’t even ask.

 

Scoop: Armstrong Ties One Hand Behind Back

07.10.2005 | 10:32 pm

"I’m Trying to Level the Playing Field," Says Six-Time Tour Champ

 

Paris, July 10 (Fat Cyclist News Service / www.fatcyclist.com) – Six-time Tour de France winner Lance Armstrong stunned the cycling world today when he arrived at a press conference with his left hand tied behind his back.

 

Armstrong quickly dismissed concerns that he had injured himself, proclaiming, "During the first eight stages of this race, I’ve taken a good hard look at my opponents’ fitness, riding styles and racing strategies. I have concluded that I can win the Tour de France this year with one hand tied behind my back. So that’s what I’m going to do."

 

Amid gasps from the crowd, Lance said, "Really, this is not so much a boast of my own personal fitness and capability — as admittedly prodigious as they are — as a comment on how disappointed I am with everyone else."

 

Armstrong continued, "I have tried to make this an interesting race. On the first stage, once I had passed Ullrich — for crying out loud — I practically sat up and rode no-handed to the finish line, so as to give Zabriskie the jersey."

 

"I guess I could’ve thrown a bungee cord out to Jan," said Armstrong. "But after that thing with Pantani a few years ago, I’m reluctant to make friendly gestures like that."

 

Gathering steam, Armstrong continued, "And then I reined my team in on the Team Time Trial, yelling ‘Let’s keep it close, boys!’ at them over and over. Our finishing time was a masterstroke. We went fast enough to keep things suspenseful, but slow enough that CSC could beat us by about five seconds."

 

"And then that kid falls off his bike. Am I the only one here who doesn’t need training wheels?" Armstrong said, shaking his head in amazed disappointment. "At least back in the day when Hamilton was always crashing his bike, he’d turn it into something dramatic."

 

"Yesterday (Stage 8), though, was the worst," said the visibly-frustrated champion. "I’d been thinking the whole week, ‘How am I going to turn this into a race?’ So I gave my team the day off. ‘Rest up, take it easy,’ I said, ‘I’ll take everyone on myself.’"

 

"The thing is, though, everyone’s so servile now. Every time Vinokourov wanted to attack yesterday, he’d ask permission first. That sort of takes the surprise out of it, Vino," said Armstrong, rolling his eyes. "I mean, I know I’m the patron and everything, but at least pretend to make me earn it, OK?"

 

"And you want to know what takes the cake? I actually told Ullrich to attack, to go win the stage. I’d pretend to counter, we’d drop the peloton, and then we’d duke it out at the finish line. Great show, right? But Jan just shook his head — I guess he thought I was playing mind games. So I let Kloden go instead. At that point, I was just, you know, ‘Whatever.’"

 

"And then today. Man, don’t even get me started," said Armstrong, his face reddening. "I mean, nobody attacked me. Nobody. The whole day. They just rode behind at a respectful distance, making whimpering noises. What a bunch of pansies. If I were at home watching, I would’ve changed the channel."

 

Armstrong then closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and unclenched his fist. "So I’m going to win this Tour with one hand tied behind my back — literally. As stages progress, I’ll evaluate whether I need to implement other measures I’m considering, including  donating a pint of blood before each stage, riding the mountain stages on a unicycle, and giving everyone a fifteen minute head start."

 

"Please," said Armstrong, sounding desperate. "I don’t want it to end this way. Someone,  anyone. Step up to the plate."

Scoop: Armstrong Ties One Hand Behind Back

07.10.2005 | 10:27 am

“I’m Trying to Level the Playing Field,” Says Six-Time Tour Champ

Paris, July 10 (Fat Cyclist News Service / www.fatcyclist.com) – Six-time Tour de France winner Lance Armstrong stunned the cycling world today when he arrived at a press conference with his left hand tied behind his back. 

Armstrong quickly dismissed concerns that he had injured himself, proclaiming, “During the first eight stages of this race, I’ve taken a good hard look at my opponents’ fitness, riding styles and racing strategies. I have concluded that I can win the Tour de France this year with one hand tied behind my back. So that’s what I’m going to do.”

Amid gasps from the crowd, Lance said, “Really, this is not so much a boast of my own personal fitness and capability — as admittedly prodigious as they are — as a comment on how disappointed I am with everyone else.”

Armstrong continued, “I have tried to make this an interesting race. On the first stage, once I had passed Ullrich — for crying out loud — I practically sat up and rode no-handed to the finish line, so as to give Zabriskie the jersey.”

“I guess I could’ve thrown a bungee cord out to Jan,” said Armstrong. “But after that thing with Pantani a few years ago, I’m reluctant to make friendly gestures like that.”

Gathering steam, Armstrong continued, “And then I reined my team in on the Team Time Trial, yelling ‘Let’s keep it close, boys!’ at them over and over. Our finishing time was a masterstroke. We went fast enough to keep things suspenseful, but slow enough that CSC could beat us by about five seconds.”

“And then that kid falls off his bike. Am I the only one here who doesn’t need training wheels?” Armstrong said, shaking his head in amazed disappointment. “At least back in the day when Hamilton was always crashing his bike, he’d turn it into something dramatic.”

“Yesterday (Stage 8), though, was the worst,” said the visibly-frustrated champion. “I’d been thinking the whole week, ‘How am I going to turn this into a race?’ So I gave my team the day off. ‘Rest up, take it easy,’ I said, ‘I’ll take everyone on myself.’”

“The thing is, though, everyone’s so servile now. Every time Vinokourov wanted to attack yesterday, he’d ask permission first. That sort of takes the surprise out of it, Vino,” said Armstrong, rolling his eyes. “I mean, I know I’m the patron and everything, but at least pretend to make me earn it, OK?”

“And you want to know what takes the cake? I actually told Ullrich to attack, to go win the stage. I’d pretend to counter, we’d drop the peloton, and then we’d duke it out at the finish line. Great show, right? But Jan just shook his head — I guess he thought I was playing mind games. So I let Kloden go instead. At that point, I was just, you know, ‘Whatever.’”

“And then today. Man, don’t even get me started,” said Armstrong, his face reddening. “I mean, nobody attacked me. Nobody. The whole day. They just rode behind at a respectful distance, making whimpering noises. What a bunch of pansies. If I were at home watching, I would’ve changed the channel.”

Armstrong then closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and unclenched his fist. “So I’m going to win this Tour with one hand tied behind my back — literally. As stages progress, I’ll evaluate whether I need to implement other measures I’m considering, including  donating a pint of blood before each stage, riding the mountain stages on a unicycle, and giving everyone a fifteen minute head start.”

“Please,” said Armstrong, sounding desperate. “I don’t want it to end this way. Someone,  anyone. Step up to the plate.”

Bad Ideas

07.8.2005 | 7:15 pm

It’s a little-known fact that I generally decide what I’m going to write in my blog for the day during my bike ride in to work.
 
Today, it was raining. Hard. And it was cold. I had to revert to the tights and rain jacket for my commute in, which put me in a black mood. And that, I like to think, is why I had to reject idea after idea for what I would write here today. Specifically:
  • Roadkill-Blogging Fridays: I know — though I don’t understand why — that a number of bloggers feature pictures of their dogs and/or cats on their Friday posts. As I passed a dead deer today, its legs pointing straight up into the air, I thought, "I should take a picture of this and start posting the most interesting roadkill I’ve seen during the week each Friday." But then I’d have to change the name of my blog to "Fat, Sicko Cyclist." And that just doesn’t have the same ring to it.
  • Al Trautwig Interviews Eddy Merckx. I’ve been enjoying writing my "Fat Cyclist News Service" stuff, and was thinking this might be the next one. Basically, Al Trautwig would be interviewing Eddy Merckx, but he would only ask questions about Lance, completely ignoring — or more likely, completely unaware of — Eddy’s accomplishments. There are a couple problems with this one, though. First, I’ve hammered on OLN and Al Trautwig enough for one week. Second, it’s a one-joke story. Maybe Bob, owner of Bob’s Top 5, could do something with this. Bob is 1.3 times as funny as I.
  • Lance Armstrong Drinking Game: Interesting thing about yesterday’s entry  (Lance Armstrong Drinking Game = Certain Death), where I talked about how I counted 162 references to Lance Armstrong in a single TdF stage: I didn’t figure out the correct angle for it until I had almost finished it. I was at the paragraph where I wrote that nobody would survive a Lance Armstrong Drinking Game. Suddenly, I saw two great possibilities. Either 1) Rules for a Lance Armstrong Drinking Game, or 2) Fat Cyclist News Service story about how 5 people were tragically found dead after playing the Lance Armstrong Drinking Game. This second one was one of those "writes itself" things. But I had already written my entry for the day and was unwilling to start over. Maybe I should change my blog name to "Fat, Lazy Cyclist." While riding in this morning, I thought about writing that story for today’s entry, but once again, I’ve kind of made my point/joke (OLN talks about Lance to the exclusion of everything else in the Tour) to excess now.
  • I’ve Been Plagiarized! A blog or two has posted my "Phil Liggett Fired by OLN" entry, without attribution or a link, changing (Fat Cyclist News Service) to (Reuters). I considered making my post today an indignant, self-righteous flame, but the truth is I’m overjoyed. They say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but I think plagiarism is even more sincere. Imitation says "I want to be like you." Plagiarism says, "I want to be like you so much I’m going to pretend I am you." In my heart of hearts, I really hope this version gets passed around the web more and more until it winds up getting legit news coverage and OLN has to make a statement saying that, no, they haven’t fired Phil, and then eventually it becomes big enough that Snopes has to debunk it. OK, I’m hyperventilating now.
  • Give Away Some Money, Just for the Heck of It. I (barely) made my weight goal today, but I briefly considered pretending I hadn’t, just to see how many people would post comments. But then I thought, "no, that’ll happen for real soon enough." By the way, the Fat Cyclist Sweepstakes jackpot goes up to $75 for next week.
  • Talk About My Writing Style Crutches: I don’t seem to be able to write anything without using bullet lists, absurd quantities of em-dashes, and more semicolons in a page than most people use in a lifetime. It’s the mark of a writer who uses gimmicks in lieu of talent. I thought that I could write a post describing my resolution to use fewer stylistic crutches, but in the process use them even more than usual. And while that might have entertained me, I doubt it would have entertained a single other person in the whole world.

So, instead, today I wrote about what I didn’t write about. How recursive! How clever! 

 

Today’s Weight: 169.8. I had to go to extreme measures to hit this weight, so I’m once again in the "rob Peter to pay Paul" situation. A Fat Cyclist Sweepstakes payout next week is a good bet.

 

Up Next: An updated Fat Cyclist photo is long overdue. I’ll post one over the weekend, when nobody’s watching. Tee hee.

Lance Armstrong Drinking Game = Certain Death

07.7.2005 | 11:25 pm

Last night I did some ironing. Usually, I can get about 10 days worth of ironing done in around an hour, but last night my wife was out, my kids were in bed, and I had a stage (stage 5, the one right after the TTT) of the Tour de France to watch. I figured I’d take care of ironing every iron-able thing in the house, and watch the entire stage. 
 
But this was no idle idle-TV-watching session. I had a plan: I would count, from pre-race show to podium ceremony, exactly how many times the announcers referred to Lance Armstrong.
 
I set myself some ground rules, in order to keep the count from being frivilous or exaggerated. I wanted this to be an honest count of how often Lance is mentioned. Here are the rules I worked with:
  • He could be referred to by name or by strong inference. Eg, "leader of the Discovery Team" is good enough. "Discovery Team" is not good enough. If in doubt, don’t count it.
  • Count one reference per paragraph. Eg, if Phil mentions Armstrong in one sentence and then mentions him in the next couple sentences, count only one reference. If, however, he references Armstrong in adjoining but distinct topics, that counts as two.
  • An interview with Lance counts as only one reference. It’s not fair to expect the interviewer or interviewee to not talk about anything but Lance in this circumstance.
  • Seeing the text "Lance Armstrong" on the screen does not count. He must be verbally referenced by an announcer. Seeing Lance himself does not count. This is because OLN only controls what we hear when watching the TdF, not what we see.

Can we agree that I set out to be conservative and honest in how often Lance was mentioned? Yes, of course we can.

 

Drumroll, Please

Using the above rules, I counted the announcers verbally referencing Lance Armstrong 162 times in stage 5. This was a flat stage — one that had nothing to do with him.

 

A couple of days ago I wrote a jokey little fake news story about Phil Liggett getting fired because he waited more than 40 seconds between Lance Armstrong mentions. Turns out my exaggeration was way less absurd than I thought. 162 mentions divided into 180 minutes of coverage = 1.1 minutes between Lance Armstrong mentions, on average.

 

And I was being kind — I was counting during my recording of the early-morning live stage, not the Extended-Coverage Primetime stage, where Al Trautwig and Bob Roll talk about him even more.

 

If there was a "Lance Armstrong TdF Drinking Game" (copyright 2005, Fat Cyclist Enterprises — all rights reserved), no human alive could make it concious to the end of the stage.

 

Hey, OLN, I’ve got a tip for you. If you want an audience for the Tour next year, you may want to consider talking about someone who’ll be riding in it then. Just a thought.

 

Today’s Weight: 171.6. If I don’t manage to lose 1.6 lbs by tomorrow, some lucky reader’s going to be winning the Fat Cyclist Sweepstakes. My wife doesn’t like how often this is happening….

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