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I got an email from my headmaster. See icon. I'm swinging back to super-excited from super-terrified.

And now: Tour! Hi, Tour, hi! I was lost and morose without you yesterday!

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So, after dubbing Sylvain Calzati "Superhomme" in a conversation with mcee today about his stellar break away in Stage 8, I have to say I felt a little undermined when they showed him back at the medical car in Stage 9 getting help for what looked like...a splinter. Or possibly a bee sting.

On his finger.

(*bandaids*)

He still had a fantastic finish on Sunday, though, irrespective. I particularly enjoyed the part where, as he was thundering down the final stretch two minutes ahead of the rest of his break away group and a full three minutes ahead of the peloton, he let go of his handle bars and threw out his arms so that he crossed the finish line in the pose of a kid playing airplane. Awesome.

I was disgusted, in the way of the generally unathletic, to later learn that Calzati was simultaneously offered a pro cycling contract and a pro football contract lo these many years ago. Bloody all around athletes. Save some talent for the rest of us.

In other news, I feel that the OLN commentators are getting out of hand with their rhetoric regarding Robbie McEwan's tendency to pop out of nowhere and win stages. Today, as the peloton was approaching the finish line, one of the OLN guys said, in all apparent seriousness, "And it remains to be seen if the Scarlet Pimpernel will emerge from beneath Harry Potter's cloak once again in this, the ninth stage of the Tour de France!"

I would request that, at the very least, they restrain themselves from crossing their literary references within the space of a single sentence.

Mountains begin tomorrow. The folks at OLN are so excited that they're starting their Tour show an hour earlier -- 7:30 instead of 8:30 in the morning. I'm setting my alarm.