While much of the world has been following the 2014 World Cup in Brazil, Saturday began another massive sport that Americans don't follow or understand. Le Tour de France. The Tour of France. Which of course ran Stage 1 on the way to Paris from Leeds to Harrowgate. In England.
This year I'll have to choose between live in the morning while running my IV infusion. Or the late night rerun after midnight, as I am right now. NBCsn, formerly Outdoor Life / OLN / Versus over the years, does a great job of commentary, explanation, history and terrific visuals.
I love the beauty of the peloton snaking and writhing along. And the multiple ways of winning -- sprints, climbs, stage and the four jerseys in play -- yellow, white, green, polka dot -- for each day and the whole race. With both team and individual competitions going on together. And the craziness of millions right smack on the side of the road.
Today is special, because the winner of Stage 1 will also win the first yellow jersey of the overall leader.
Ow! A crash just a few hundred meters to the finish. And Mark Cavendish goes down HARD. I hope that's not a broken collarbone he's nursing, a very common cyclist injury. Marcel Kittel wins.
On The Grill
Since we did a movie on the 4th, we saved that dinner for today. Steak, a filet,which we haven't cooked at home in probably more than a decade. My mother's potato salad. And a frozen Cool Whip and strawberry yogurt pie and fresh strawberries.
I should really put up the potato salad recipe in the next few days.